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The fire burns from the hearts of hatred Hurling the angel of death at us with every beat Every pounding of one’s chest, a scream emerges  
Pain. Sorrow. Misery. The ones that still haunt me.  Ones that keep me bound.  Love they continually drown.  Drown.  Drown  Drown 
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