Suicide Siren
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| She speaks, yet she says nothing... | |||||
| O speak again, bright anjelle, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As a winged messenger of heaven, Unto the white upturned wondering eyes of mortals? That fall back to gaze upon him. |
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| INSANITY | |||||
| I am the virus, are you the cure? I am morally, I'm morally impure. I am a disease and I am unclean, I am not part of God's well oiled machine. | |||||