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And play for me the songs of mourning
And sing for me the themes of end

Please write for me some tales of cleansing
And I shall share with you my pain again

So spare for me the years to be
Those that are not meant yet to last
And I'll grant you with my years to come
And my very ominous past

Revel on my perdition
so my fears would be enough
And the dialysis of my mind and body
would be the salvation of my soul

Now
The skies will kneel as the whip
will stop the flesh from healing

And the souls will scream as the time
will regret their candid breeding

There in the cold silence
it shined a red sky
For my people, people who crawl and walk this earth
who dream of worlds
such that are not meant to be lived

There among malice and misery
Among rocks and celestial agony
it hummed a newborn song
Inside the shrieks and outcries
It spewed a heartless sermon
And the time had ended
And laid its wounded body
Against the thorns

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