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Line of Fire and Hate
Be it morning or Late
Be it from Mourning or Hate
the line never ends
Such a long time ago
did I first find you
Such a long line to go
as the thin blade tears through
The pain is surrouding
as the sun sets
the sad is all drowning
as the blood wets
wets my shirt
wets my jeans
wets my soul
wets my clean
as white blends to red
I have no recourse
as eforia turns to dread
All left is the remorse
gotta find the wipes
must hide the deed
gotta hind the bites
from the razor's greed
once again I sit in red and shame
wondering if this is better than the pain
