My soul is split, half of it taken,
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Perhaps my blasphemy left me this forsaken,
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Put in this manner, filled me with dread
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Half of me rots because I am half dead
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Putrefying reek drives me insane,
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I'm living and deceased, rot seeps into my brain
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Horrid reality, oh so grim
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Current condition caused by God,
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The living side now must be calmed,
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I seek a mortician to have the dead half embalmed
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I try and walk, the dead half drags
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Living eye watched as decaying flesh sags,
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Marked by God, tormented living hell,
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Begging to die, I can't endure my smell
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Malicious revilement against God,
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Now by Christ, I'm abhorred,
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Doomed execration afflicted curse,
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Non-believers fate - forgive me lord
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An undertaker is my last hope,
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Intense mortification, I no longer cope
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Pathologists can't explain why one half died,
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End solution kill the living side.
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The Dead Half
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| Broken Hope |
