Might I be found amongst the living~
When my time has come to say,
'In this prison house, I'm dying~
Never going forth, I stay'
Whilst the stormy bow breaks evening~
Clouds of bitterness prevail,
In this haven I was given~
Trust in no one all will fail.
Bite the skin, scale back ten hours~
Lose your worth, pick scented flowers.,
Painting weird vibes my address,
Beyond the gate, soul be at rest.
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