We all have killers,
Who tend to kill,
Who we all need to fear,
Selfish love,
High needless thrill,
O, the turns we take my dear,
Our fault signs,
Waits beneath your crust,
Spiked with time,
But your a fool to trust,
Meaningless soul,
A half world without remorse,
Out of his mind control,
Hope and joy have to have a resource,
What signifies how safe we both shall be,
But who you are to me..

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