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Wicked TemptressSaying nothing in the midst,
upon her lips an empty kiss,
Sure to die another day,
He'll fall upon her wicked way.
Once more this revolution seems complete,
Yet for now here they stand in defeat,
The temptress was one to rule the land,
With the prince feeding from her hand.
Darkness now and once evermore,
She lies upon the forest floor,
Wondering why lies can't be true,
Her evil thoughts are shining through.
Paralyzed by love and motivated by anger,
Yet cold enough to kill a passing stranger,
She's not the one whose meant for you,
Choose her, and death chooses you.
NamelessLost hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow,
Drowning in pity and self sorrow,
He's finally had enough,
These past few years have been rough.
There's not enough funds,
Life for her seems to be done,
Her father died, her mom's a slut,
Every door seems to be shut.
Rushed with agony and misery,
Rebellion, and endless quest to be free,
She's nothing more than angry,
and pissed off at today's society.
His life seems perfect in everyway,
But trouble comes day to day,
Scams, drug deals seem shit-saturated,
Nothing goes around except pure hatred.
Freeing themselves from the game,
They experience a new demention, free of pain,
Sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers filled with shame,
From those who died without a name.
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