This is the sonnet of the wretched
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Can you hear their screams?
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Your prayers won't be heard
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They will rise
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When daylight dies they come and bring an abrupt end to your sinful life
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There's nothing you can do to stop them now, it's too late
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Just run and hide and hope they will never find you until it's over and they're gone
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You think this is hell? You don't know the half of it.
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And this is just the beginning of the end for you
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There's nothing sacred here. Everything you once lived has been defiled
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There's only pain, and sorrow
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They bring the end
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And there's nothing that can save you from the cruel fate
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But it's your fault, it is you that brought them
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They felt the presence of your blackened heart
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And smelt the stench of your abject existence
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They've come to cleanse your soul of its affliction
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You can't repent because it's far too late
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Just wait until they have you in their grasp
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Now you will feel what it's like to be in hell
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And your only company will be the horde
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This is now the end your soul is cleansed your mouth is stitched your eyes are blind
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And your blackened heart ceases to beat anymore.
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Now they have gone. Disappeared without a trace.
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This is the sonnet of the wretched
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Did you hear their screams?
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Your prayers will not be heard
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They have cleansed all sin and evil
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Lay to rest
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Sonnet Of The Wretched
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| Chelsea Grin |
