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He sits in a corner |
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Awaiting for his second death |
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Life is just a phantasmagoria |
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Failing gods |
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Emerging scars |
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He is still waiting for the dawn |
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Ghastly shapes in the ceiling |
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Enduring visions of torment |
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Burned to retinas |
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Cacophony behind the eyes |
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Never ceases its song |
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Hell is all about repetition |
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Eternity in seconds |
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And for a brief moment |
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Purgatory around him was silent |
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Calm before the storm |
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She ascends |
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Her laughter is a rope |
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An iconoclast |
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Suffocating truth |
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Happiness was the cyanide |
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She grabs him |
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Holds him tight |
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Like he did |
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Whispers his sentence |
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Nowhere to run |
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Nowhere to hide |
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Face the judgment |
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Embrace the cold |
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He quenches his thirst with pain |
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By a cold blade to the gut |
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Grabs the handle with a smile |
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A twist of a knife |
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Nothing was lost here |
