before we go on, we put it behind.
The new dawn for mourning light.
At sundown would anyone feel the way your blood flows,
backwards though not to impose.
so before we go one,
let it be known; Backward and forward imfamy flows.
Your heart will stale, your caliber is fringe...
one more will do you in.
So condone me not, in hell you'll rot.
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