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By The Drifter from Heaven

Darkness fits my soul&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Heart bleeds and mind slowly fades, Death&#39;s final whisper.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

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The Final Whisper

By The Drifter From Heaven

A bended knee beneath a crown of light,
My head is bowed in its kingly delight,
My soul is nourished in its royal feast,
And in each serving a chance of release,

The darkness is gone, phantoms fade from view,
The broken fissures are now born anew.