I am feeling tormented, I feel….
Something will happen
I'm in a haste,
Being trapped, can't break the air around

I only see unhuman forms
A blur, a shining screen that comes alive

At the moment I just realize
The sensation of mighty hands
I pike and tear it out from me

fraying the life for a new born man
As track back to myself

Realizing we still convicted
We are non constricted lives
Assuming that all around are mortify
What a cornered man...what I should do to...

Hear the whisper from the uprising ghosts
They are seeking for a guilted mind
The wicked one, destroyer of my judgment
I'm living blinded into my torment

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