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Current mood:  irritated
i walk the path that no one knows
where all is dead
no wind blows
hallowed and dark
all just a disturbing lark
brighten with fallen memories
my soul has sinned
we bow, now all on bended knees
crippled corpse, pus filled joints
i crawl this path alone
lead my way, eyes covered with coins
my privilege to weep
to hide from the world
let me die as the blood just seeps
for the end is near
so the beginning shall start
this new life im about to take part
take whole and drown them in fury
let them breathe
all lies with scurvy
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