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Jul 20, 2009
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Midnight Murder 2
Midnight Murder
to a girl on the stage,
she lay on a bed,
that has a red glaze,
not alone shes surrounded by men.
But if her killer was one, whos to trust then?
They talk about things,
of how terror struck.
Called in by a maid,
for she was a popular girl,
nice and sweet,
everybody loved her greetings.
They rode in by horse,
this women was to live,
on a dangerous price.
Hollywood had called,
she was needed all along.
The healer walks in,
to restore a lost life,
but the town has no clue,
as what the painful price...
Curtains open,
to a girl on the stage,
she lay on a bed,
that has a red glaze,
not alone shes surrounded by men.
But if her killer was one, whos to trust then?
They talk about things,
of how terror struck.
Called in by a maid,
for she was a popular girl,
nice and sweet,
everybody loved her greetings.
They rode in by horse,
this women was to live,
on a dangerous price.
Hollywood had called,
she was needed all along.
The healer walks in,
to restore a lost life,
but the town has no clue,
as what the painful price...
Clearing the room,
she notices a mark,
a painful thing,
that signals a powerful spark.
No magic like this,
has been seen in this town.
Appalled the healer works,
this life must not go.
Cause what dares to come,
when the end of the world shows?
— ANC1996, Jul 20, 2009
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ANC1996
16 years 10 months ago
Ooh Yaaayy,I remind you of you XD,,,
ANC1996
16 years 10 months ago
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