Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of...
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies...
On a cold winter day of month six,
I knitted a sweater of lies and deceit...
On a cold winter day of month six,
I knitted a sweater of lies and deceit...
Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of...
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies...
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As we get older the call of death gets stronger, our metamorphis is inevitable as we inevitably turn to dust |
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The nemisis of man is triggered by thoughts of insanity... |