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My hate is built on grief, a lust for revenge to ease the guilt. A condition |
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Of helplessness where you're suffering is my only cure. I worship the |
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Bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning. Remorse means |
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Nothing at all my hate has blinded me. |
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I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains. |
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Dark tunes break the silence, as my fear withers I grief my loss. The dawn |
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Of solitude is the end of my happiness. |
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I am what is remembered, what I do is what remains. The memories will fade |
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Away, they will be buried in time. |
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I can no longer see the boundaries that keep me sane. I am all instinct now, |
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Flesh is flesh and hate is all. No hope only bitter feelings, it's all |
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Unreal no comprehension. I am shattered the past is gone, only hate prolongs |
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I am what is remembered, my malice is what remains. |