...

Now all things I do bear
Are all gone and free
This, myself...
Now fleeing around death
Cursing the hour
And another life...
Which whom I used to care
Now...
Watching myself
My own life
Fading to afar...
Listening these voices
And trying to tell them
That I will soon be gone...

(...) Shape of Despair...

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• Zachody
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