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Once ago a boy lived in the shadows of hate
Luring others in with his charms as bait
Only to break the heart and soul
before it was too unmistakebly late.

He felt no regret and ask yourself why?
Along with his reason to live his morality died
To live and then fade is what he perceived
The devil, the contract, and the dirty deed.

The devil a soldier all dressed in red
Whose stories of war so sorrowfully shed
The contract a living and breathing thing
With words on the page that make you cry and then sing

The deed an act of pure evil? You decide
Blackmail I say the things they ask you to hide
Butcher and kill theres no escape now
But even if there is who could you possibly ask how?





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