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Her Pallid Face
All this pain
In vain
When the sheathing of my soul
in the dead mans land
Lies my retreat
My peaceful haven
From the madness,
The insane pain,
And worst the memories
of what was taken from me
Her pallid face,
Her cold embrace,
The mystery of her being,
What is it I'm seeing,
Should have I gone fleeing
The tears of lifes inequality
The pain of lifes animosity,
The question of humanities physcology
In the face of all biology...
In vain
When the sheathing of my soul
in the dead mans land
Lies my retreat
My peaceful haven
From the madness,
The insane pain,
And worst the memories
of what was taken from me
Her pallid face,
Her cold embrace,
The mystery of her being,
What is it I'm seeing,
Should have I gone fleeing
The tears of lifes inequality
The pain of lifes animosity,
The question of humanities physcology
In the face of all biology...
Published 10th May 2010
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