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I see the pure evility.
I witness an early grave every dawn.
Left to rot without a final farewell.

Along the paths I hike.
Free from the dirt and the blood.
That blackens my heart in the morning rise.
Set sail in the misanthropic faron.

Prevailing alongside those that I despise.
A distant moral.
That enlightens the grim darkness.

Along the paths I hike.
Free from the dirt and the blood.
That blackens my heart in the morning rise.
Set sail in the misanthropic faron.

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