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In the realm of my mind
Fears and grieves they collide
Within a deafening storm

Never have I faced an eath demon
The faces that come alive
The roads that go burn in fire
The curses that never come to an end

So,
I get collapsed when the shards hit the hearts
When the nights turn their back on the wars
When lonesome minds are burnt to death
I'm ****** off, in memory of a lost cause
In death of my mind...
A wake up call
When she robs her eyes of you
Wake up, she needs you
Tell her that you love her too
A wake up call
Could be a ghost of me
when you fail to see me
i miss you in my memories
in my serenades and symphonies
where are you then?
I miss my old me, that very young boy at the school yard
Now I am a teacher in that old town
Always filled with hatred and frown
Once thought teaching was a crown
but here I am with nothing but a cloud full of bills of next month
Teaching is an amazing job in non-third world countries.
The grief has its birthday ahead of time
nothing, but the fears can throw us a line
Sometimes the worst is the best!
The town is ravaged, as you take your looks away from me
So begins the life long battle
Waiting for the roads to rattle
And i rise to face the day
That gives me the pain
And break my chain
And ravage the town in vain
War
As time loses its very identity
there is one last chance to revive the dead in the shade of the collapsed temple

So begins a war of beasts to exterminte the god of lost hopes
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