| A hideous glow in the cerulean sky
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| A messenger; |
| evil forebodes this dim twilight
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| A world for the soulless, callous, vacant lives
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| A void that God forgot, a gift to the sleeping mind
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| He walks alone and the feral walk with him
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| A solemn presence unaware and an absent requiem
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| He despises those who suffer; |
| those who are awake
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| This land shall remain in slumber; |
| souls for him to take a nightmare in the
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| devil’s name
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| Now lost, they shall be lost forever
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| The lost will roam this wasteland
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| For what they seek cannot be found
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| There is no solace here
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| No hope from this forsaken, sour ground
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| This he knows; |
| one fleeting thought
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| That at this moment he is naught
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| Never redeemed; |
| Forever they rest
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| Forever their sleep; |
| An infinite eclipse
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| Cursed is this silent world
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| A dream that has no end
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| Abandoned in the nil
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| Omitted from the blessed
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| Woe this gift to the sleeping mind
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| A feast for the ethereal
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| Paradise for the specters
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| An obscurity left in silence
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| Woe this gift to the sleeping mind
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| A feast for the ethereal
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| Eternally imprisoned in this barren illusion
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| Cognizance left a ghost
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| Forever they shall sleep
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| A paradise for the specters
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| An obscurity left in silence
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| Forever they shall sleep |