At the Throne in which I give my last plea.
To die an honourable death, got shot during a shooting spree.
To feed is to want, I cut off my tongue.
So cold from within, I'm not about having fun.
To continue down this path, I'll glady accept my fate.
Not willing to be with the (one), no more going on dates.
At stake is the World, I wish for one thing.
To die in the Pit and continue to feel p…
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