i put you down your so proud
bad magic is what surrounds
dont go away
far behind or
you may miss somthing divine
bad magic isn't all it seems
it is a Liar
merely there to decive
i reach out for you
only to Lose grips with my mind
i can't come to grips with what is real
for i only know what is sureal
in the distance i hear
your fainted wimery voice
from far behind cryin bad magic
somthing divine
inner spirt is crushed
i hate you in a lovely way
i need you but im repulsed
by your scent of horrid deeds
so i fall behind i crumble
i am no more
i hate you
hate you all
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