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Burdened with no regret caged not by hesitation the time of departure is set with eternity's invitation |
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Come death - the liberation free me from each earthly boundary to reach the higher destination where shape is no longer a necessity |
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Arise death - the unresting stream wash me clean from the filth of old to allow my spirit to breathe far away from its tenacious hold |
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Mourn not when this body dies after all, flesh is the yoke we all despise |
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I discard the shell to unmask myself ascending back from where |
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I fell An early sundown at my shrine a leap into darkness from the greyness of life in vain are the tries to redeem my soul for this son of |
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Satan is marching home |
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Could not grasp the skies when this flesh held me down now that my time is ripe fire shall become my crown |
