Staring at the cold bleak light
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Steaming breath leaving from my lips
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At the circle of malevolence
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No joy to benefit from here
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Time is sharpening my knife
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Reflections of pain and misery
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Had humanity meant a thing to me
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Would I still embrace depression?
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Secrets of the moon
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Nail me to this place
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Filled with nausea
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And whirling memories
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With age would I wield
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knowledge and mysteries
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But the human in me
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Will lead me to decay
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I hear the humming of the trees
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The calling of the withering leaves
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The shivering voice of remembrance
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Cold steel for an age of hate...
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Suicide Manifesto
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| Calvarium |
