An awful scenery occurred,
in my whole cycle of tragedy.
The changing of dynamics in my methodology,
I forgive but never forget.
I lost in my own echo,
I lost in my own absence,
I lost in my own credo,
I lost in my own Essence.
Thine cursed words in your mouth,
drive me into hell from the south.
It was a story, but you just shout,
dying at my zone, just get out.
A limitless poem of vain,
a limitless poem of pain,
a rootless poem of being insane,
I saw nothing but a bloody arain.
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