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Weeping Under the Winter Tree
These blackened tears
Covered by the rain
Would show the sorrow
I have endured tonight
The bitterness and cold of the winter night
Reminds me of them all
How none cared at all
How they all ripped at my heart and my soul
I weep under the old tree
That I’ve spilt so much blood under
What is to come of me now?
Is this real? Or am I in hell?
Here I lay tonight
I await salvation for the pain, the suffering
That I have struggled through time and time again
There is no god… There is no hope
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Covered by the rain
Would show the sorrow
I have endured tonight
The bitterness and cold of the winter night
Reminds me of them all
How none cared at all
How they all ripped at my heart and my soul
I weep under the old tree
That I’ve spilt so much blood under
What is to come of me now?
Is this real? Or am I in hell?
Here I lay tonight
I await salvation for the pain, the suffering
That I have struggled through time and time again
There is no god… There is no hope
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
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