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It has to breathe

Work,don't insult


Passion made me murder

Whatsoever


It loves on its own

The work is now done


A glare in eyes unveils many stories

And so are yours


I'm wrecked down

Striked on the ground

I nearly faint

But I don't deserve to get spared


I feel it bleed

I feel it bleed


Now the floor gets covered in my guts

I can't hold them back with my hands


Nature takes back what it belongs

With hate it strikes


It stands proud in front of me

Presenting his love for what we have done