Horsemen Of The Apocalypse by Defiler
my soul is the eye of the storm. their battered faces
tell stories of better places, because the scars i bear
will make you want to turn and run forever. now, hell is
real. i know because i tore it down. we made a deal, but
he didnt hold his end of the bargain. theres a heaven,
too. i know because they threw me out, and i was burned
by my demons on the way down. look around at the pawns,
they never had a chance at survival. everything i've
endured is the reason i'm alive and well. they failed
because they are prone to the feeling of guilt. whereas i
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