Paint in blood
A sigil of death
On fading reflections
For I dug a mass grave in abysmal depths
For this
And the weak degenerated for centuries
To come without the strength
Who they are, who they once were is what they
Heiled in battle again
Into the night eternally searching and
Web made of sinister plots, lobotomized, tortured thoughts
Your words
Kill the human nature inside
Internal force says goodbye
Let your soul
A sinister telepathy is screaming at forgotten fears
An exit
All (human) colors die in blistering winds,
When all days are
The eternal eye saw peaceful lives drowning in bleeding waters
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Forever haunted by failure,
I, the mirror won't let them be,
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