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A morose fount of human Death that lies before me, |
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At the end of this thornclad road |
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My wounds are deep, |
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My cries are harsh |
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Was it Hell that I witnessed, has my time come? |
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Or may I stay to witness the Devil's work? |
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Time to die; it has been far too long |
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Sternly bound I depart from this foul |
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And morbid life as it has given me nothing |
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A morose fount of human Death lies before me |
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A creature of all my woes and awes, an entrance for me to pass |
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What importance am I? |
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Evil is in the deed of every man |
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Everything pure may go lose as the ways of evil are opening |
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Wider and ever darker, |
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A shadow cast of the Devil |
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Time to die; it has been far too long |
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Sternly bound I depart from this foul |
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And morbid life as it has given me nothing |
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Everywhere, and all around I see what you don't see; |
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I see the vastness of the accuser |
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Time to die; it has been far too long |
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Sternly bound I depart from this foul |
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And morbid life as it has given me nothing |