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Risen from your grave, speak nothing but Brains,
Talkless death appears infront of human head,
And recites to ever lasting rain.
Visit my castle, way up the pass,
Do not mind my wives, they are just hungry for tonight's dinner,
While I pour some wine in a cup of brass.
Maybe, visit Paris during the winter,
Finding perished secrets and tortured memories,
Seeing that face, how it looks so fatal to the mind,
Yet, inside the old Opera, a man with a heart is lost with no kindness.
Seek yourself in my forest,
Where my brothers and sisters howl in the crimson moon light,
Seeing that face, reminds me I'm human,
Grasping my chest, the bullet was too kind.
See the ferocious monster I have created!
Come and see with your--own--eyes!
He stands before you, not as a disgrace to my science,
But as a new victorious era of new advancement!
Aaaaahahahahaha-haaaaa!
TechnoShadowBlood
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