The Dead Weight of Unimportant Flesh

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Annabella takes the black in as a pox on her soul
groaning in the dirt, static eyes, and a mouthful of soil
A literal hole in her heart, but she still carries on. She still carries...
She created a filthy avenger, to her own guilty thoughts

She drifts alongside an aire to malicious intent
Dead weight in his arms
Her lips spell out desire, destruction

Rip, cut, form, heal, tear, repair, eviscerate, decapitate
Rip, cut, form, heal, tear, repair, decapitate, decapitate

I turn her head toward me and in this light, her eyes look violet
Blood drains from my veins to her brain, makes her insane, oh there is pain.

Here comes the dirty blood.

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from I, Necromancer, released June 9, 2017

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Dabbed to the bone Doom 'n' Roll from Scotland Circa. 2012

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