To what is this life that will soon grow cold
in this world of hatred and woe
Dark worries whirl into one blur
that has no visible end
Clouds of cries crash in waves
on to the solid black walls of doom
Deaths and horror fill the unwashed air
while all is sufficated by sorrow
This night has no visible end
for the sun shall shine no more
Seeled eyes are no saintuary
Lords will have no power
Chiaos surrounds each corner
stalking everyone like prey
until the life of all is
sucked away

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