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....Dreams.... |
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Snowflake From Hell Senior Member
since 2003-07-10
Posts 777My own little Icey Oblivion 
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I know I'm not perfect but I do know this, It's my sanity that I really miss. It's the graveyard sound, It's the evil bound. I can't escape, From these dreams... I hear people cryin' I see people dyin' These dreams... I see people running around, I hear the shrill of a Hell Hound. These dreams... Water burrials and glass cases, Made for human vases. These Dreams... Supra Celestial being persay, From inside out I decay. From these dreams... I'm the graveyard sound, I'm the evil bound. These dreams... I hear people cryin' I see people dyin' I can't escape from... ....These dreams.... Swinging the Dead in this Free Fall you call life, Swinging the Dead on a Deathride |
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