Slaying
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You got me slaying
Convicted of perpetrating.
Guilty or not...
I'm insane in my membrane
Our love is lost. 24/7 waiting to pop off!!
You perpetrated this emotional discourse! Had me believing in this Gee force.
Together and in sync.
I was stupid.
You were duplicated.
Now I'm capable.
Chained down to this
In escapade madness.
Love lost... one more soul gained.
This sick demonic Game.
He's got me slaying.
Written my name 1200 generations, my dam nation.
Capable of massacres! Can you here the heart break!
This generation of damnation .
Blood on our hands stuck slaying 24/7 I'm perpetrating
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