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The Vault



Both sides are never at fault
One side is right the other is wrong
If you mix the two in malice
Who ends up suffering for your loss?

End the End Times fear mongering regime
That type of evil idealism is what's killing us
Doomsday doesn't have a date
It hides in everyday life
And is the common cause for the current downfall of our society

The dream and the nightmare are the same
Both end with hot and bothered demons and in flames
Soar on imps wings to the top of Satan's crown
Pull Lucifer's lever and watch the rivers of Hell fall

Crawl out of your backward thinking
grab the devil by his throat and open it
Extract all his love
Absorb all his hate
Was it worth all the animosity you've gained?

Close your eyes and drive
Feel your way through life
Let the wind take you out of your mind and dance on melted ice
I can see why you can't see me
All your views are blind
Relax and unwind (Repeat)

You're all cowards
The tricks you play in silence don't work anymore
Come out of hiding and show us who you really are
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I love the Lord Jesus Christ and the Holy Spirit and that goes with Him. I read the Bible and pray daily. I try not to be judgemental but some days the fire comes out like a dragon burping a big gas fire on accident after a big meal. I love to write. Please read waht I write. I love to write things that encourage and hopefully are fun to read and make you laugh til you cry. I even like to write things that inspire and make you think in a deep way some of the time. Whoever's hacking my account and erasing my hard work is cheating me and the people who enjoy my work and it needs to stop or you'll suffer the consequences. :) more…

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