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"Death is welfare" a prophet says with deceptive smile
Nothing is there but Providence to tempt us to a clamity
"This is failure" My repentance is never granted by the Lord
I grasped an child in bloodshed hands

I gaze up to the sky, with tears of hate

All the world has just filled with mournful sigh
Fingers traced the scar of hearts draw the despair

World was dead and stopped my breath

Give me force against the absurd and the fateful world
until the time is broken away
Fill me now,your painful scream, and I will embrace it tight
And they will make into the blades against the fate.

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