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[Patterson]

So you made it? Shame you had to fake it..
So you feigned the way? You're a fucking disgrace to the name..

So you reaped what I had sown?
Scattered ashed blown into the unknown,
While you were selling my soul, cold..

Black lies failing... forging sound..
Lights out as you hit the ground.

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