I cannot believe in a paradise
Glorious, undefiled,
For gates all scrolled and streets of gold-
are tales for a dreaming child.
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I am too lost for shame
That it moves me unto mirth,
But I can vision a hell of flame
For I have lived on Earth.
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*two fisted Bob lives on*
Bring it, Shaitan
Charmed life, my ass- that bitch is skeered.
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