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this cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. <br />black blood dotting our warmth. <br />ending our contentment. <br />this place is a contorted altar. <br />i must seek strength from somwhere, <br />for ive reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times. <br />cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees. <br />hello autumn- i need not your companionship. doubtless i stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity. <br />revive me doctines! <br />await the day, when all our blood will wash away. <br />the world's balance i'm too familiar with; <br />selfishness outweighs genorosity <br />blindness produced by your own hands afront your face. <br />lips bleeding with guilt. <br />frightful little fiends. <br />if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
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this cold floor we know too well. hearts poisoned with pride. <br />black blood dotting our warmth. <br />ending our contentment. <br />this place is a contorted altar. <br />i must seek strength from somwhere, <br />for ive reduced myself to nothing. we've been here one thousand times. <br />cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees. <br />hello autumn- i need not your companionship. doubtless i stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity. <br />revive me doctines! <br />await the day, when all our blood will wash away. <br />the world's balance i'm too familiar with; <br />selfishness outweighs genorosity <br />blindness produced by your own hands afront your face. <br />lips bleeding with guilt. <br />frightful little fiends. <br />if these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion? lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
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