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by DaN   Sep 20, 2005


Burn your insides out
the stenches poison our noses
make our bodies break down
and makes our minds break down aswell

Burn your freedom
the stenches poison your life
your arcane shame goes up in flames
your arcane addiction consumes this game

The possibility is thin
that youll come out
unaffected by the body corosion
can you stop yourself?
will your arcane be your downfall today?
or will it be tomorrow?
or will it be in a year?

you are a
megalomaniac
to the poisons

claim to come out unscathed
claim to be without effects
when your reality is to be buried tomorrow

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