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Jan 2014
Through buried pain, through pouring rain
By praying to the Inhumane
You wish one day to hold anew
The promises you never knew.
Poor creature! You will never see
The glory of eternity!
Walk down the Styx, your time has come,
Prepare to step into Bedlam.
Written by
cocoandcoffee
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   peyman
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