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shadows
The shadows gather
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the dead grass.
In pain I cry out, Why?!
while the end of life approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes
This is my death
My dread grows as doom's scythe falls against my naked soul
It slays me, and darkly my
life's blood drips
to the dead grass.
In pain I cry out, Why?!
while the end of life approaches.
Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon blind eyes
This is my death
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