| No more blood, nor claws, nor fangs
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| Just an otherworldly touch
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| You will feel no pain, nor fear
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| but persistent yearning
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| for nonbeing
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| The persistent thirst for nonbeing’s
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| Hidden well inside one’s mind
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| It cannot be satisfied and
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| Keeps haunting mankind…
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| II
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| I tried so fiercely
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| to dissent but stone-cold hands
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| covered my mouth,
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| strangled my neck
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| at objection attempts
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| Touch me
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| Cursed and blissful
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| III
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| Dare to follow me and
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| I will follow you forever
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| A thousand doors will open where
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| there were only blank walls
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| before
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| Remedies, orations, teardrops —
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| Torn nets for the almost gone
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| Though I drained the chalice of life
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| They still fill it on and on
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| IV
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| How
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| Could I not notice
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| Void and your eyes look the same?
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| I’m sick and fed up
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| with being deceived
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| I’m quitting now this game
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| Rivers,
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| Chasm rivers
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| Flowing down, down
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| Carry me away,
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| Make my heart bleak,
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| Calm and free |