The extremities of joy cannot compare,
To the dreadful sorrows of ceaseless lives.
Their senseless pain, while unexpressable
Is always there, at a whim of a flame.
Their distressful murmurs never ceasing,
Still are ringing through my mind.
Putting me in an abyss, of everlasting rhyme.
Unaccessible is my mind, by mortals that
Surround my time. Inpenetrable they say it
Is, by mortals in my time.
See, ...you cannot hear their murmurs, you
Cannot feal their pain, but I can hear their
Murmurs, throughout my time and day.
Their murmurs never ceasing, will end my
Life for sure. I cannot bare their agony,
For one more moment, that's for sure.
I'm on my own, I see that now, I know I
Cannot live. But here's my thoughts, and trust,
They're true, and know, I'll see you soon.
And I, ...will put you in an abyss, of
Everlasting rhyme, and see how long
Your mind sustains the dreadful murming
Of ceaseless lives.
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