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Into the night My will could fade to the black Back to the emptiness Back to the curse Facing the sky The clouds are calling me back Pensive of all my years Spent, ****** and disdained For the most wretched of Her machinations is still in turn What stood, still burns I endeavor to throw off the shackles of yesteryear I've uprooted the weeds in my skull so that flowers appear And I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn My fruitless dreams Have turned and fall like the leaves Cast to an autumn breeze "Wicked, Weak and diseased..." Is no portrait of futures when authored by grandeur's hand My barren land... Is withered and waning, my forests are fading There's no place to hide From the scorching light So I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn My brightest dream Sweet sleep is calling me there As to a field of reeds Calls to the lost soul in me I am lulled by deceit of imaginations and hopeful tears No such safety or harbor from a monster so near So I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn
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Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
Reborn
Into the night My will could fade to the black Back to the emptiness Back to the curse Facing the sky The clouds are calling me back Pensive of all my years Spent, ****** and disdained For the most wretched of Her machinations is still in turn What stood, still burns I endeavor to throw off the shackles of yesteryear I've uprooted the weeds in my skull so that flowers appear And I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn My fruitless dreams Have turned and fall like the leaves Cast to an autumn breeze "Wicked, Weak and diseased..." Is no portrait of futures when authored by grandeur's hand My barren land... Is withered and waning, my forests are fading There's no place to hide From the scorching light So I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn My brightest dream Sweet sleep is calling me there As to a field of reeds Calls to the lost soul in me I am lulled by deceit of imaginations and hopeful tears No such safety or harbor from a monster so near So I... Try to be stronger To fight this world with a broken shield The damage burning But I will not claim this world as hell I choose to be reborn
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AngelofSin
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 11:48 PM UTC
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