Marshal Dear (Vent- Trigger Warning)

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I hope you're breathing your last breath
Of Marshall Dear
And you will die, you will die soon
I give you a quarter of an hour
Oh Marshall Dear
Can't you see I'm winning

Can you hear me now
Silence yourself
Silence yourself
Silence yourself
Silence yourself

There are suicides in every dream
Oh Marshal dear
Even more when the army's on its knees
Crowds grow crazy and fire
Of Marshall dear
Can't you see we're losing

Can you see them now
Silence yourself
Silence yourself

Apologies for having kind of frequent vents, but a lot of shieße has been happening lately and it's been making me feel extremely unsafe and anxious.

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