| Hidden to the naked eye
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| Poisoned by atrocities
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| Slow death seeps rotting out of the soil
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| An empty shell of his former self
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| A breathing corpse, a ghost alive
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| The constant onslaught of pity and guilt
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| That can drive a man to take his own life
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| Medication blunting the pain
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| Deaden the urge to escape
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| To be rid of the horrors this swelling loss of insanity
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| Only time will heal the wounds
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| Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse
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| A ghost alive
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| A mind left scarred warped and mangled
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| From the twisted faces of the dead
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| Only time will heal the wounds
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| Salvation from becoming a breathing corpse
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| A ghost alive
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| Each waking day
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| Merely a curse in disguise
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| Subjected to visions
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| Of blood and murder in reprise
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| Crushing dreams of normalcy
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| Fleeting thoughts of perseverance
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| Are barely enough to survive
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| An empty shell of his former self
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| A breathing corpse, a ghost alive
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| The constant onslaught of pity and guilt
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| That can drive a man to take his own life |