The First Day

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    The First Day

    The evening and the morning was the First day-
    A curse to walk through hell after the senenth-
    All bare witness, the truth in your preance-


    The land of the dead and the house of bones-
    The undead head of a people that play dead-
    Learned to play dead from the teachers of the Black pages-
    Mockers of the truth-
    Sociaty Canibles, Great Pretenders, Children Eaters, Smiling Faces-


    Head so sick, make body parts quit-
    Head gon see the wrong,It's a regeneration-
    Wher's my Nation-
    Do a 360 in a house of bones-
    The land of the undead-
    Can't feel the pain of the flames-
    Walking through Hell, born to complain, each flame, orginal but all the same-
    Power in a name all in truth-

    The evening and the morning was the First day-
    A curse to walk through Hell after the seventh-
    All bare witness the truth in your presance.

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