Part 3

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. Poor the poison down my throat because I'm not afraid to die. Scream to the heavens but I believe that death is better and I wont cry. But god never gave me my life. Push away the shining flowers like pagans on the stake. Dont beg me because ill tell and give you the motive to kill. There aren't no masters or kings who can save us from from our teenage sins. Offer me the death because I have nothing to live for, to die for, to cry for. Rip away the chains that hold me hostage. There's a beast somewhere in this fairytale where the demons hide. Its too dark inside for them to snatch away your soul. I'll dig you an early grave because of the pain you caused. No matter what we are we all snake for the greed into the place where the demons hide. I won't live unless you show me how to live but now.... It's too late.

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