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Feb 2014
You have been lured into the cave of joy.
We sing,
We dance,

Once you're tired,
We take a rest.
I'll smash your face with The Killing Stone.

I'll remove the stone,
and lap up your blood.
I'll show them
How sweet revenge really is
Crístál Válęntíná
Written by
Crístál Válęntíná  New York
(New York)   
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