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Toxic in the glass

a molten concentrated

Closest way to the death

to forget the unwanted past . . .

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Days long passed, unrestricted

nights in darkness, frozen and hard

Moonbeam even scorched the skin

Guess how suffocate in this black coffin . . .

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Nerves began feeling the pain

Toxic spread out through the veins

It’s just finishing happy anger games

let these acid reach his empty brain . . .

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Trash, trash, trash… the soulless art

Blood, blood, blood… from the bleeding heart

Love, love, love… he never trusted

Death, death, death… to where of ‘Revenge’ . . . . . . .

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# Lynn Eain Thin <>