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The Score
Contributed by
Helena
on
Tuesday, 12th December 2006 @ 11:47:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Break my arm so I will feel,
make me bleed to see.
The ghost of what we had is real
and it is haunting me.
Chose to sever the ties
that bound me to that place of pain.
The devil came and took my hand,
led me so far astray...
The importance of that pact
can not erase
the innocence of one disgraceful act.
so... slit my throat
and watch me die
a thousand deaths or more
for even death can't free me now.
Mark one to Satan's score.
Copyright ©
Helena
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2006-12-12 11:47:24]
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Re: The Score
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by ever1der on
Tuesday, 12th December 2006 @ 12:19:01 PM AEST
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I liked your use of rhyme.."even death can't free me now..
mark one to satan's score" that was brilliant. |
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