| Ghost of Mother
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| Lingering death
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| Ghost on Mother’s bed
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| Black strands on the pillow
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| Contour of her health
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| Twisted face upon the head
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| Ghost of perdition
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| Stuck in her chest
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| A warning no one read
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| Tragic friendship
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| Called inside the fog
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| Pouring venom brew deceiving
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| Devil cracked the earthly shell
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| Foretold she was the one
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| Blew hope into the room and said:
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| «You have to live before you die young»
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| Devil cracked the earthly shell
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| Foretold she was the one
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| Blew hope into the room and said:
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| «You have to live before you die young»
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| Holding her down
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| Channeling darkness
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| Hemlock for the Gods
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| Fading resistance
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| Draining the weakness
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| Penetrating inner light
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| Road into the dark unaware
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| Winding ever higher
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| Darkness by her side
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| Spoke and passed her by
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| Dedicated hunter
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| Waits to pull us under
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| Rose up to its call
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| In his arms she’d fall
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| Mother light received
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| A faithful servant’s free
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| In time the hissing of her sanity
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| Faded out her voice and soiled her name
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| Like the marked pages in a diary
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| Everything seemed clean that is unstained
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| The incoherent talk of ordinary days
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| Why would we really need to live?
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| Decide what is clear and what’s within a haze
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| What you should take and what to give
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| Ghost of perdition
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| A saint’s premonition’s unclear
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| Keeper of holy hordes
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| Keeper of holy whores
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| To see a beloved son
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| In despair of what’s to come
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| If one cut the source of the flow
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| And everything would change
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| Would conviction fall
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| In the shadow of the righteous
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| The phantasm of your mind
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| Might be calling you to go
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| Defying the forgotten morals
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| Where the victim is the prey |