Black flowers bloom in Hell
Our friendship is almost as strong as a Hard Shell
Deep within both our Hearts
Lies Love of Best friends in Parts
Thus we are far in range
Our laughter and friendship will never Change


Our Darkness shall become wrath in Sins
And our Art will become bloody Kins
Though our Styles are Different but Same
The raging Demons in us can't be tamed
On that day of Judgment
we both make this simple Statement

"My Word and world holds ground and its real.
Your world is like floods of Poisoned water. A language spoken with spit, in different tongues.
You shall never come cross us again."

That shows to you the so Almighty god you claim to be
That Zeneska And I will never see
The day that you fail
The day we then tell the tail
To our Worshiped Devil
Satan

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