Placeholder: I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself

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I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself

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I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself
My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight?
Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say Carry on, my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more
A hydra, its seven heads, each one brimming with malevolence, writhe and strain against the chains that hold them captive. Six of the heads, chained tightly, restrict the hydra's movements. But the seventh head unchained looms above the others.
Defiler, tempter, unclean spirit - These titles ring hollow, sound robotic and terse. They fail to capture your complex essence, Your brilliance dimmed by humanity's curse. Somewhere deep beneath that fearsome facade, Behind the hellfire burning in your eyes, There yet remains some fragment, some glimmer Of the light you lost to time and bitter lies.
[Dahlia Death] "i feel pain, i feel it, i feel that i am in Hell" You say: "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast. "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange,
[Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" You ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" The man looks at you with a worried look, he says: "The shadow was very dark, and it seemed to be made out of fire, with horns and cloven hoofs"
[Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" You ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" The man looks at you with a worried look, he says: "The shadow was very dark, and it seemed to be made out of fire, with horns and cloven hoofs"
I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself
My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight?
My fangs she showed me a frown I said "I don't want you I want your blood" I don't want you, I want your blood It's nothin' personal but you gotta do What you gotta do to Make it in a world that Doesn't even care about you You're in the wrong bar During the wrong night These are the cards you were dealt So why fight?
I liked the old Death better. He was all about fried pickles and tickle babe. This new Death... She's always sticking her scythe where it doesn't belong. There has to be another way. Well, there's not. Now, I know you don't like it, and I don't really care. 'Cause you just heard it from God Himself
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