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Deathly sins that have no name,
where do I go to add my blame?
No one here around this hour,
how are you able to gain this power?
Soul as black as midnight coal,
the evil dice they start to roll,
a curse upon your family's head,
soon the sins shall make you dead.
A gambling corpse plays at night,
filling the dead children up with fright,
who is that man who plays dice so sad,
he has sinned and now all are mad.
- by Bmh The Master |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/29/2010 |
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