Weak from pain,
loss of blood.
Because you beat me
Because my gods (goddesses)
You told me to burn,
You told me to die,
But now that I'm gone;
Why do you cry?
You told me to do this,
I did what you said.
So why do you always
Look so sad.
I am not sorry,
I didn't do it for you,
So now is good-bye.
Blessed be. Adue.
Written by Sterner 4-18-05
Rewitten by Sterner on site 5-5-05
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