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You're invited to this masquerade.
It's funny how things can change.
A hot night can feel like winter.
You're invited to this massacre.
But please do not fret,
all your secrets shall be kept.
The dead are unable to confess,
like the bloodstains on your dress,
doomed to an eternity of blue,
and we were the friends you thought you knew.
No one will make it out alive.
Shot again if you survive.
In the silence my ears strain,
to hear every ounce of pain.
I'm glad you're at this masquerade,
and what a lovely mask you've made.
Too bad I can't watch you suffer.
Suicide conquers all at the massacre.
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