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The End is NearThe sickness spawns through to become a disease / The light carries glimpses of darkness in its vein / The sacred piece of my heart shrieks

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Oct 3, 2010

Save MeAlone on the isle of penance... / Smothered by the seas of sorrow... / No glimpse of hope around me...

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Sep 25, 2010

Walls of MysteryPairs of sunken souls, / Living together to die alone? / Scores of bare bones,

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Sep 15, 2010

The Tragedy of LifeWith empty hands, the scared souls / Are dead inside like broken bones / With plastic dreams, the shattered ones

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Sep 12, 2010

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