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poisonous minded sorrow,

digging graves until nothing is left,

the knife put into my flesh,

rest filled with my very death,

the foul smell of my rotting soul,

gives birth to my hell you don't know,

the light is broken,

happiness shattered with gloom

the dark fills the room,

and out walks the nightmare,

that was born in my doom,

victor, is now dead, resting,

With no thought of afterlife peace,

just a bitter deceased,

soul that smells so sweet,

and feels like a coming world,

of what will soon be compete,

and soon a new birth will be given,

in the coldest of worlds,

in which my living soul is livin',

and all the eyes,

of the falsehood of wicked lies,

will bleed with agony,

just like those of us,

that you made suffer,

and you too will understand,

our living sorrow.