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When all I can think about is you at the stake under fire and under trial the noose being tightened around your already bruised throat, by my hands, I should have vengeance justified and purified in the flames from my mouth I was the target, an innocent victim, who didn't ask for the bulls-eyes upon my chest what's done is done, but I want people to remember who won not the facts but the score, who fought harder and wanted it more revenge, justice seeded in our souls justified and purified in the flames from the burning coals wrong and right, strenght and might, but does 2 wrongs make a right? return fire, my human desire, sharing that hate, I deserve the same fate I realize this now, it's not too late to keep myself from making the same mistake.
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