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The gods screaming up above
In a world without love
Emotions more like commotion
Sentimental no longer exists
The souls lost in the great abyss
1st one
My resembles a fire burning bright
You shred me apart in the darkest of night
I think to myself the end is near
I'll pack my bags and be out of here
1st before the first

— The End —