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I bid the body farewell |
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slumped down and cold history |
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a voice to drown out |
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taken in mine own hand |
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a blade, a rope, bitter poison |
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climb into the nil realm |
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beyond mortal pain |
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poison coursing through the veins |
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and all is end |
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dripping pain as fire |
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puncture this vessel with metal |
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drift out and onward |
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tenth rung of a ghost climb |
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from the murky depths |
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a final consciousness |
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slumped down there |
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cold and history |
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now comes invisible |
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poison courses through |
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veins on fire |
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a throat crushed closed |
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puncture this vessel with metal |
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flesh gash release. |
