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Jun 2014
In the land of doom born, and
Sin the minds give no warn, and
Spin the beds with force to spawn

Blew the winds
I was lost, I was lost
Flew my reasons
I was frost, I was frost
Threw my conscious
I am a ghost, I am a ghost

Molten pain in my crust, and
Swollen torment in my throat, and
Forgotten elixirs away to float

Suffer I did
I was waste, I was waste
Laughter lost
In haste, in haste
Proper ways
All replaced, all replaced

Give my soul one last breath, and
Forgive my sadness my wish of death, and
Deceive to put me out of breath
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