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Darkness Clouds My Mind
My Hands Are Covered In Blood
What Have I Become
The Knife Has Fallen
Sheets Turning Crimson Color
My Wife Moves No More
A Last Kiss Goodby
A Taste Of Blood On Her Lips
Its What She Wanted
To See Me No More
Was Her Last And Final Wish
This I Have Granted
She Wants The Children
I Make My Way To Their Room
She Shall Have Them Too
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