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And after centuries even the torments of hell become dulled |
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You better wake up and smell the roses before they're on your coffin lid. |
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The ravens |
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I'm as happy as the Devil is on any given Sunday. |
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"Day by day, I can feel my emotions fade, I can no longer feel them, they are but a distant memory, I'm now cold and emotionless.." |
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My eyes won't see the reality, the physical world, as if they're half closed, as if my mind can't process the defined outlines of material items I don't need, as if close to dying. |
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Only death is promised |
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"Yesterday i went upstairs, i met a man who wasnt there. He wasnt there again today... how i wish he'd go away..." |
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No one holds command over me. No man. No god. No prince. What is a claim of age for ones who are immortal? What is a claim of power for ones who defy death? Call your damnable hunt. We shall see who I drag screaming to hell with me. |
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It's such a sacred place, the land of dreams. |