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Aug 2015
The burn that iron gives me,
the pain that makes me feel,
may the god forgive me,
I shall worship the steel.

Until my blindfold rises,
no-one will hear my screams,
no-one will cure my madness,
no-one will soothe my spleen.

By vultures I'm surrounded,
a vulture will I became,
a heartless, cruel, monster,
the twisted and decayed.
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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