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...It was not long ago when I had fallen from this mortal world, |
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Lost in dream flight to pierce the horizon as a bird... |
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Is this life the pillor I must bear? |
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To grow in this wretched world? |
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...With hate each day I burn... |
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The birds above, they ride the winds |
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And from each piercing talon dangles a soul |
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The stone awaits my fall |
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Upon a grave I dug myself |
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The birds sing their requiems |
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Please lend me your wisdom to fly above the heavens, |
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Across seas of gold, to my land of frostbitten, ageless night |
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Let me dig my own grave |
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Let me, oh precious noose of mine |
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You are my mother, whose womb around my neck |
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Grants me a world of cold nihility |
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An endless winter night |
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A bitter, black frozen hell |
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For me |
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Forever! |
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Is this the pillor I must bear? |
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To die on this fucking world? |
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...With hate I die and burn... |
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The birds above, they caress the winds |
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They lend me the wisdom to fly... |
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[Written by J. Haughm ('97)] |
