03 - The Kill

𝑰𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔,
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔.
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔,
𝒐𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.
𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈.

03 - The Kill

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