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Those bright young eyes
On the face that cries
To be innocent.
But fate is insolent
And everyday he is dyed
With those who died
By Hell's Paintbrush.
The hand of Satan
Smooth as Satin
Caused temptation,
Until a sublimation
The conscience was marred
His sanity barred
By Hell's Paintbrush
He had no pride
Was pained inside
His heart full of strife,
He inserted the knife
Thinking life was a chore.
To be stained forevermore,
By Hell's paintbrush.
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