Oh what wicked wings span on the hands of time? To cover the multitude to engage in fear and crime? Is it for Love or is it for control?Unknown to us, it now has gained a soul. Weak minded full of fear. Have you given in to the words you hear? Upon the profits head to rest. Now a pawn, fully possessed. In the name of all that's true. May this cup pass by me before the day is through.
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