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And with them I dole out grisly ends
For the one who stops and talks
From the Nightmare who forever walks
A cold Black heart and an Ivory Smile
I'll walk you down that one last mile.
Time makes you live through the torture...
Slowly progressing through life, being controlled by society...
Until you find you no longer have a purpose...
It's a vicious cycle...
Time does not speed up, it does not slow down...
It is violent...
It makes you live through the torture over, and over again...
Unable to fast forward away from it...
I am Pun, Now Shh...
Just Go To Sleep...
You wont wake up...