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Speak life
take life or give it by the things that you say
your tounge builds them up or it tares them away
and you’ve chosin to kill and there’s blood in your eyes
beating them down for pleasure in the cries
step over the bodies of the ones you have killed
feal the cold blood that you vilantly spilled
see the souls of the ones that you hate
cold and alone and its becoming to late
their dying over you and you don’t even see
their souls are dead like the one you left me
and a spirit that’s dying cries out for life
but the pleasure of the cries just fuels strife
take life or give it by the things that you say
judgment is swift and its coming your way
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