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Rage Hath No Mercy What do you do once your self esteem and self worth has been consumed, When all of your ambitions retreat and you no longer dream? I do not dream, I do not sleep Deep within, my heart screams This rage, it rots the soul Devours all that is pure It’s the curse of eternal pain Spilling out on to the floor With a killing force To who hath delivered Tis’ rage to thee I send it back to ye Three fold May ye dwell within it Feel it’s fire as thy do Till ye curith thee |
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