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Anima Mundi
The very day of my birth
has become pointless to me,
I take a look at myself,
and I seem so confused,
what's the right way and
what should I even do?
Surrounded by my failures,
I can hear hell &
the demons are screaming
for the slow day of my death,
but no, not yet,
there is more to endure,
but it seems no chance to be pure,
will my words make a difference,
or is this life sentence
a simple waste of attendance?
Simply put, just take a look in my heart
and you'll see what tears my soul apart
has become pointless to me,
I take a look at myself,
and I seem so confused,
what's the right way and
what should I even do?
Surrounded by my failures,
I can hear hell &
the demons are screaming
for the slow day of my death,
but no, not yet,
there is more to endure,
but it seems no chance to be pure,
will my words make a difference,
or is this life sentence
a simple waste of attendance?
Simply put, just take a look in my heart
and you'll see what tears my soul apart
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