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UNHOLY ONE

Shout your words as fast as you can spit them from your lips

Casting out your poisoned words to try and sink all ships

Not giving any thought, or care, to whom or what you burn

How have you lived so long and still you never learn.

 

Now it's time for you to taste the cracking of this whip

To stop you from destroying people, and to make you slip

You'd better run and hide tonight, your time is running out

No one will come and help you now, so there's no need to shout.

 

Now that you have fallen from your high and mighty throne

You can start to crawl back under,  your little hiding stone 

Don't dare to speak and ask forgiveness, for your dying soul

As your light begins to fade, and death is taking toll.   

◄ BLOWING IN THE WIND.

A CITY. ►

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