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So here he lies at the last.
The deathbed convert.
The pious debauchee.
Could not dance a half measure, could I?
Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world.
Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms.
There I go, shuffling from the world.
My dribble fresh upon the bible.
I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing.
Well?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me now?
Do you like me... now?
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There MaybeMadness in me
The ramblings of a bored and gothic metal head.
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