slayers shall pass too...

so amuzing to be so wild

in your forces of such denial

killing everything in its path

a true slayer in blood  baths

my food, your food, its all the same..

what have you gained from all this play?

gently as you play with my hair

i know deep inside you are a bear

shed light, shed light

said all the saints

walk on water

close  blackness of worst doors

im so hungry for your breath

 the rich dont care

 the poor are crying

so whats the solution ?

and what are we buying?

take my words, they are only words

take my pain you illusional being

take my breath you are such like the rest

underneath the Oak tree

a pure old wise man remains

playing a song of refrain

The End

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