Let me die in the crimson sky,
In the presence of the majestic clouds,
The furry rays of the shining star,
I'm in the world of disrupted scars,
Every human has some desire,
Some like me just set a fire,
Feel the ashes of the burning fates,
Let me scream your unheard names,
Turn the table of your games,
change the story of my tale,
Even if I become dead and icy pale,
The people have many ritzy choice,
They have stolen my vexed voice,
I know I'm a gauche with no pause,
My tears ricochet and greed is cause,
When the people I have the feud,
Get sued and they seek for peace,
Wrap me in a big black shroud,
Burry my body in the haunted ground.
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