From a thousand wounds I'm bleeding.
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The stench of decay hangs over me.
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Desperation floes from out af all pores.
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There is nothing left of ...me.
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My hopes like falcons
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with their mighty wings broken,
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my thoughts like corpses
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trampled down on a battle field,
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my life like a Valkyrie
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skinned and abused,
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me just a shadow.
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Mediocrity's miasma
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has touched upon me.
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My life is poisened
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and you are the ground.
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I am not willing
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to bear you anymore,
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and so I leave you
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and the dirt around.
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Lacrimae rerum,
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palida mors.
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My dreams you've stolen, my visions killed,
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there is nothing left of what I called my home.
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Regards I've been given from down below,
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a dark star will guide me from now on.
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Lacrimae Rerum
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| Gardens Of Gehenna |
