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Crown Dying Of The Heart

blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart can

of death blow straight into my heart! I'll tear you up and rob you of your life! My freezing blood runs cold... when darkness penetrate My dying heart

way I look at it it's three basic elements right? Die, dying, dead right? die, dying, dead. death becomes you says the crow to The cheetah because you

down came the rain Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame? Amy isn't laughing, Amy isn't crying Amy isn't really breathing, God I think she's dying

man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying

with rhyming, Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing, There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying, The

I was still aware of those around me I could hear their cries and sense their grief But was physically incapable Of responding to them in any way There

your final breath Heading for heaven white dying of Black Death Mankind is preoccupied to keep each other down Some use superstition, a Bible or a crown

My father died a year ago today. The rooster started crowing when they carried Dad away. There beside my mother, in the living room, I stood, With my