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Once was a young boy, lived three nights ago
Crept out of his bed, and climbed through the window.
Stepped onto the rooftop, looked pleasurably down
But regretted his last step as he hit the ground.
Soon sand absorbed him, the dust clouds aware
And so left his consciousness, stayed guilt that he bared.
Plagued by the darkness; blinded by sun
Satan smirked down and had known he had won.
Aye! His young tears have shed
Threatened by sorrow, tomorrow has fled.
And cried out his sister, the only he loved
The young boy peered down from the Hells above.
The scars of the innocent skin of the sinned
Are burnt into ashes and uplifted by wind.
For thousands of miles, the embers have glowed
But never to return, for 'twas his Devil's ode.
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If you don't know the only place where I really find inspiration for songwriting is in the shower, so imagine yourself thinking of this while in the shower.
I hope I brightened your day, my friends.or maybe i'm on ecstasy
I hope I brightened your day, my friends.
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I found it very good