In hatred a tear unfolds.
The thoughts unleashed are unfathomed.
Blush,
Blush and let Agony take hold;
Unforgiven the Marionettes keep marching by.
What did they do?
Why,
They caused these burning tears.
And on this day I,
The source of all these tears,
Dissappear.
Into the void with me my sorrows keep,
And never again will a Marionette make me cry.
For in hatred a tear unfolds,
And the thoughts unleashed are unfathomed.
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