horror
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[STROPHE 1 – Strings scream, brass snarl]She lies splattered, a blob of paint on the bed,Her head in the clouds with the wandering dead.A child in her teens, her body a wreck,A dozen diseases claw deep in her neck. Antibiotics choke the fire in her veins,But the Lord only knows what still remains.Psychotic rivers pumped
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Trust is delicate and easily broken; despite giving everything to people I trusted, I discovered their greed led to my downfall, leaving me betrayed and isolated from those who truly cared. Beware of your close blood relatives, as they may pose the greatest threat; their sweetness can mask harmful intentions, and excessive kindness can
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