My infinity's darker than yours.
And I can not explain the reason.
That was you who made a choice.
You don’t like it? Appeal to Jesus
Your song doesn’t sound like mine.
The point is words, they are empty.
And even if that is my fine,
Your spirit seems to be bendy
I want you to feel this smell
Oh, that is just you, you are rooting
I want you to hear this bell,
That’s time to pay for your footing
Regardless I’m waiting for you,
I know that is time to be here,
The thread is out of view,
I’m waiting for you, my dear.
Satan
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