Aimawrites
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Standing up with my clothes drenched
My palms face up were crimson red
Another gory episode of my self destruct mission replayed
I could feel the curtains of doom closing in
The shores of death were appealing to me
Standing up with my clothes drenched
My palms face up were crimson red
Another gory episode of my self destruct mission replayed
I could feel the curtains of doom closing in
The shores of death were appealing to me
