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Why do they

In this day I shuffle madness, show the card, the Fool you will see.
As is only right I'll make you bitter prophecy.

Mouths shall be your favourite weapons, but you blab and woth cocks.
Men you could defy with a gaze only scrap or clocks.

Ancestors still bring up from Hell, and is raining like spears.
sixth sense is crying out with anger its harsh objection.

Ears up as you turn bullshits on, taking this excuse to be deaf.
Rather than open them you mourn but forget the dead.

Really like decaying carcass, and you still pretend is incense.
Your of shinings gems can hold shit while they pray the saints.

still bring up from Hell, and blood is raining like spears.
Their sense is crying out with anger its harsh objection.

They are sad souls.
souls
(x3) souls!!!