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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 |
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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 |
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God,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 |
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God, tormented living hell, |
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Begging to die, |
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I can't endure my smell |
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Malicious revilement against |
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God,Now by |
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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, |
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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. |
