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'god will save you', or so they tell,
as you drift slowly, down this road to hell.
speak softly, or else do not speak,
and if you speak softly, you are deemed as weak.
do not struggle, give into the pain,
open the door, and let terror reign.
streaks of blood stain the floor,
and yet, you still beg for more.
let them preach, let them rave,
and let them turn slowly, in their grave.

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Charon[FiDELiS]