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You can hold your breath until you turn
cold blue,before you inhale the putrid air
that expels from me.Burn all the sinners,
condemn me if you will.

I may creep the night,but you lurk in the
darkest of shadows.Empires rise.They fall.
But every Sunday you feed the beast that
can't be fed.

The warm moist poison from your lungs
can condense on the bottom of my car as
your body entangle it's innards,as I
chauffeur you to hell.

I may creep the night,but you lurk in the
darkest of shadows.Empires rise.They fall.
But every Sunday you feed the beast that
can't be fed.

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