With sorrowed cries
my passion dies…
My heart pours free, to ground
from the sky.
I face the truth, all my lies
To and fro they go, presenting
themselves to be analyzed

pure bliss they know,
in ignorance of truth
Therein it lays, their hearts shall raise!
In temples and churches,
they live their lives, with the
Corruption of death,
as a grandiose prize.

And for grievous sins
i pay the price, my soul
Desecrated at this final sacrifice.
And in dying pleads, repentances for sins,
No one holds pity for this one dark prince…
 
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