It Is Nearing -
by Erik Smith
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I want to see you die
i want to make you cry
i want to make it obsolete
i need to do it fast
i need to make it last
i need to meet my destiny
i'm gonna fly too high
i'm gonna hit the sky
i'm gonna make you come with me
there's nothing nowhere noone to care
i'm gonna take you there
it's gone today no one to pay
i'm gonna take you there
the world has died we all have cried
we can't escape from here
i will erase your fear
my time is drawing near
ome get a taste of it
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