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Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls upon my heart.
It mutilates me, and slowly my
life's blood drips
to the wicked earth that is my prison.
In my madness I cry out, Why? !
while my doom takes my hand.
Now alone, my cry of mercy falls upon cold eyes.
This is my salvation
This is what i am.