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My heart is as the ocean.
A fathomless depth filled with endless beauty
And the corpses and a thousand lost.
Rise you rotting cadevers
And leave from this world.
Your stench shall remain in those cemetaries
And weave it's way into my future.
No amount of tears i cry
Can wash away that rotting odour
Because alas it seems it belongs to me.
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No amount of tears i cry
Can wash away that rotting odour
Because alas it seems it belongs to me.
perhaps, cry does not help us out but action. Alright?
