As a floor of landmines, roasts flooding as wine, every bit resembles purgatory, as side to side you stare at me. Every ancient door shuts, Death by a Thousand Cuts, why can't my mind rest? Can I endure this poisonous fest? Perhaps that fourth key is the answer, as I barely only met pretenders, I long lurked but only found sins, seeking for what's buried within.
As a floor of landmines, roasts flooding as wine, every bit resembles purgatory, as side to side you stare at me. Every ancient door shuts, Death by a Thousand Cuts, why can't my mind rest? Can I endure this poisonous fest? Perhaps that fourth key is the answer, as I barely only met pretenders, I long lurked but only found sins, seeking for what's buried within.
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