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This Ligth is soft threre,

Diying on the Cross..

is fire of true.

Die, thy old dead .

Thy skin acroos is dead..

Is like a scavenger in hell.

Is like skin dead.

The lier of true on croos,

The blood of the lier.

Now across the essens all.

Blood

Is like see a energy of broken Star diying.

In the nigth,end.

Thy old blood, Cristians dead.

I Beging of the blood.

The War acroos of the staind.

is Still nigth of dead.

The blood is crawing.

whitout end.

is a call.