Now, by eleanor maslen
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And now i hear him calling me
hes calling out my name
His broken eyes are bleeding
as only god now know his shame
His soul is filled with pain
at what he took from life
and in the eyes of his victims
the ending is painfully rife.
he seems them as he sleeps
through his morning stare
and he nows the end is coming
as all the angels glare.
He feels them in his heart beat
and with every breath
for now there is no escape
for the end there is only death.
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Posted: 2011-11-29 14:22:40 UTC |
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