DEMVN VR ANGEL?

CVLD BLVVDED

I went crazy to the unpredictable extent that my shoulders hold a demon with an angel, The demon asks to kill, and the angel says that the demon’s path leads to hell, They tear me apart, It is really hard, My heart's already been torn apart, Do you think I can handle it easily? You think I'm at the peak of bliss, seriously? CVLDIE, CVLDIE, CVLDIE, WHY ARE YOU TEARING YO'SELF IN HALF? WHY ARE YOU HURTING YOURSELF? YOU GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANTED, GO FORWARD AND ONLY FORWARD, DO NOT LISTEN TO THE ANGEL DO WHAT YOU WANT, A DEMON DOES NO HARM, DOES IT? HUH, STOP DIGGING YOUR GRAVE, WHY DO I SEE A WEAKLING BUT NOT A BRAVE ONE? CVLD, KEEP ON CONTROLLING THE WAVE OF VIOLENCE, STOP HIDING IN THE DARK AND STOP BE QUIET, DO NOT LOWER THE BAR, RAISE IT, YOU'RE ABLE TO RAISE A BET, YOU'RE CRAZY, ALL THE ALCOHOL MADE YOU MESSY Demvn: Coldie, don't listen to the angel. She will not give you that power and strength that is in hell. There is no place for power and superiority in paradise. FUCK, THEY WILL TAKE EVERYTHING FROM YOU AND YOU WILL LOSE ALL POWER... I think the angel's right, I should finish killing in the night, I have to turn my life upside down, And it’s better to do it right now, Ordinary life is new feelings, I'm so used and tired of killing, THE ANGEL IS RIGHT AND I SHOULD BECOME BRIGHTER Dead cold-blooded decided to take a rest, Coldie is going to spend cash, Going to buy a new sniper rifle, Going to kill from a distance So as not to leave any traces, Bought a new mask like the legion has, I am going to shoot all faces, ALL OF MY GOALS HAVE NO CHANCE AHH....

2020-10-17 05:17:28

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