Guilt

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Trigger shouting, cooffed voices

Hit me more then a silent reverie

Body sweating by the endless greedy needs

turns out to be a  big list

Throats cutting, blood shedding

Wild dreams don't save the devil .

It makes no sense,

Until you are one of them.

So you gonna run a mile ?

Or you gonna join the villa ?

There is no fear, if you stay inside

They told me, like I would chose to

Somewhere far from outside

but i bet they haven't met a devil yet

I am no human neither a animal

i am a man of my own kind

Ready if you are.

Because if you are not. You'll  be dead by now

Summer is going...

The death is coming...

You don't get it do you...

Can't you feel the aura... .

Can't you hear the noise..

I am behind you...

Turn...

Now turn.....

Come on, afriad of me? 

You better be....

I am here to kill you..

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