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It's cold outside

Flesh melts with the ice, peeling away with the cold of winter's snow. Flecks of innosence flash before the sun does shine. The wind, it sings goodbye. Blood rained tears do stain the ground. Wolves sense the ripped of bone, skin, face. Run away the soft of waters, winters come to sacrifice. Left alone the child of mistaken unborn, here rises death's only son, an axe to slay the roots of murder. Leaves do tumble though steps not heard, swines do cry though screams no refuge. Come creeping the black that swallows night, the wolves do cry, flesh be ripped, blood run down the night's white speckled moon. Death come riding horses shallow hide. Let silence reign over the screams tonight.



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