good and evil
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Inside innocence is evil subdued Patient and persistent just waiting to be renewed To one's end the other is glued Their contract is of a mutual promise a new round always for an old Feud
There once was a worlds, where theys, for live, were gone The home you lived in, life mild, or did you think it was Love? Justly so, or where to worlds could be, and life was but that these, were of our people, We.
Tick Tock Tick Tock I'm unaccustomed to the silence His pipes no longer play the songs of youth. Phantom pains awaken in the place my heart was meant to be
I know of a man who hunts his prey, silently. He wants to steal your dignity. Strip it from you like he owns it. Like he owns you. He knows what he wants and he isn’t afraid to take it away from you. He doesn’t ask.
The only way to live in this fake world full of strings is to cut your strings and become the puppeteer. It's scary when good people do terrible things, but when terrible things happen to good people