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Indwelling >> Merchandise Links
Indwelling
Saturated in blood Standing still in fear Tears of those who mourn The breath of he who kills I feel it on my face My heart cries to speak My lungs gasp to breathe For he's got me by the throat His grip is on me Clutching me tight Shadowing black And holding me from God's light His grip is on me as dark as the night Spewing blasphemy and taking my sight He suffocates our life supply And manipulates the word by which we survive His voice deafens And silenced only in death
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