Raoming
I am doomed to roam this dark world alone
I am to live cold with a black heart of stone
Living in the dark is where I stay
Hate inside will rise unto another day
I stand for the unholy the dead & cold
The sin deep inside that I shall behold
Within it will escape’ it won’t be untold
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deathnoteposted on 05/08/2008
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