As god is my witness,
i stand upon the fire!
my feet hurt by them.
it burns off my soul.
the anguish cry of my soul
too sharp... too piercing...
it hurts my own ear drums
the doom is upon me...
why, o why, i wounder
the pandemonium choose me
I curse my karma. but all
tat came out is more cries
Help me o help me
pour out your mercy
oh thou most gracious,
most merciful
show me a lillte of your mercy...
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