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The keys to the kingdom,
are jangled by unseen hands,
There is a Devil in my ear
As I walk across the land.
A whisper breezes cold, and cool
Its burns ahead, and chills beneath,
As I bend the grass and sun.
All theses sins are not skin deep
Wet feet follow the land.
As a kind murmur begins to understand.
A cracking, mountainous land,
A sirens call
As rocks do hurl
And I fall on blood trickled hands.
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