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Sep 2010
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
An oldie.
Evaldas Eseth
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