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Cold Case
My thirst water my heart, i war for blood - I do not know why, grilled by a sigh - I time my spell, which only multiply in hell - Silver chains bound my soul, i dig gold with a fork - I never question the answer - Boundaries laid to be broken, rails made of steel, fails - My direction blows in a circle, at 400 degrees, sold to cold - My mind locked in a chamber, it belongs to Doom - The bombs which litter this land, is made by Earth - The place, so advanced, we evolved from dust off a fallen star - We destroy, for power, we greed, the fall ofthe two towers - The innocent dies in the hands of God - The destruction of war, in the black souls, of men - My eyes burn, you will have your turn - If i was a god, i will smite the human race - cold case
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Unic Cjonr
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