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What death means to me?
It's a way to be, and you can see, Some new things, like souls and war But the most important you can take... In our days, all peoples dye Coes we make war, and we don't try To make a new world, with love With happinnes and goods, not like that above. I chose my name, the black death, Because the only thing I want to create, Is payne, not phisical payne, but payne A soul and mind, but I'm not insane. I weith for death coes i want to see And because is nowere like there to be.
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