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Breakfast For Death

Death knocks at the door

Where my heart dwells and is ready to stop,

Painful malfunction,

A life at the hands of destruction,

Hope itself leaves the soul,

Body's turning into coal,

Harsh and slow perishing,

Awoken desperation ascending,

I'm the new explorer of obscurity

Delivered through dark insanity,

Thrown back to stand on my knees,

Begging my formal god, he sees,

But his justice shows wrath

And it knocks again, the death

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Written by
evaldas-eseth
Lithuanian
Published
Sep 21, 2010
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