Cataclismic silence
Beckons the weak minded
Calling them into oblivian
Oh the wonder darkness
Conceit in regret
Ruing the day of life
Begrudgingly trudging
Through the air
Wisps of silver streams
Flowing freely through the
Sick reality'
Called life.
Beckons the weak minded
Calling them into oblivian
Oh the wonder darkness
Conceit in regret
Ruing the day of life
Begrudgingly trudging
Through the air
Wisps of silver streams
Flowing freely through the
Sick reality'
Called life.
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