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My senses, how their impairment embitters me |
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With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire |
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Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition |
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I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth |
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I've wept for aeons in the maelstrom of vile addiction |
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The hounds, their symphony, accompanies me no more |
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The ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared |
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How I have hung my head in regards to such shame |
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Morals conflicting my disposition |
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The discolour of my will, now afflicting |
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The neurotransmitters now prevalent in my despair |
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With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such parameters |
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Though mortified, I am not bewildered |
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Colossal defeat, I shall ascend your cliffs again |
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I have not yet rested in my grave |
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This will not be my undoing |
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Thine ashes encompass me, countess of all repulsions |
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In ruin have I fashioned such wounds |
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To forever reconcile these memories |
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I will kneel no more |
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Oh, darkest of venoms, I draw thee out |