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From my friends Crimson Dead
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The Crimson Alchemist
With wings of fire
His insanity sears
Hearts and minds
Shed million tears
Cold as ice
Pretentiously nice
Kills a hundred
Feeding on fear
A violent cloak
An empty facade
Reveals his magic
On the one’s he gnawed
Dressed in white
Blood in sight
Hunger arouses
This fateful night
A remnant of war
Twisted and more
Turn bread into bombs
And sing to the psalms
Ruthless in his work
His need to hurt
A relic of the past
With wings of fire
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