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In fear you run

As silence shuts its doors

It came undone

Now the poison gently pours

And you will hear no laughter

Until that serpent feeds

And what you'll sow hereafter

Shall be only bitter seed

Sweet lusts of pain

The venom in thin disguise

Against the grain

Now the silence won't ease the cries

Dark are the pleasures spit forth from fire

Breathing down you neck like razors of desire