A Violent Man
shedding his former self shadows grasping his soul I know there aren't many who will hold out their hand to cherish and to keep him but he will walk through this life finding new beginnings working the evil out from his blood that laid on his calloused hands as armour around the weapon solemnly swearing from this point that there are worse things than death vulgar things yet to live through one day he'll realize whats happening one day peace will seize him he hurt people he hurt me but he hurt He had a propensity for violence. (part 2/2)
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