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Fallen AngelsDevin Pienaarhope levels our outcries of truth the forgotten life, the never-ending mope for a dream is this not a condemned reason from madness as our truth slips from a squeal of temptation
lift these shackles from the lost cause the reckless endangerment of the innocent dwell as our outcries wreathed in poison we fall forgotten in life left lone
concrete manor expells a common riteous strife forgive us, we meant no harm forget these actions, our simple life
for now we stand together tommorow we stand alone goodbye my woorld of mystical hope for it was just a dream as we depart forever
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