LOST IN A SEA OF COFFINS AND HEADSTONES HIS LOSS WAS ONE THAT NO MEASURE COULD CAPTURE.
WHY DESIRE THE THINGS OF THOSE NO LONGER LIVING WHEN LIFE SEEMED TO OFFER SO MUCH HOPE AND FREEDOM.
BRING FORTH THE DAY OF REKONING AND LET ME JOIN MY FAMILIARS AND FOES IN THE LAND OF NEXT AND REST.
WHAT IS IT THAT BRINGS A MAN TO HIS KNEES IN A STANDING POSITION, DESIRING WHAT HE HAS LOST UNABLE TO END HIS LIVING.
COLD, BLACK, HAIRLESS VISITS TO HIS NEXT ADDRESS BESIDE THE WIFE AND CHILDREN, THE LOSS THAT SOURED THE PLUM OF HIS EXISTENCE THAT IS NO LONGER ABOUT LIVING.
WHY DESIRE THE THINGS OF THOSE NO LONGER LIVING WHEN LIFE SEEMED TO OFFER SO MUCH HOPE AND FREEDOM.
BRING FORTH THE DAY OF REKONING AND LET ME JOIN MY FAMILIARS AND FOES IN THE LAND OF NEXT AND REST.
WHAT IS IT THAT BRINGS A MAN TO HIS KNEES IN A STANDING POSITION, DESIRING WHAT HE HAS LOST UNABLE TO END HIS LIVING.
COLD, BLACK, HAIRLESS VISITS TO HIS NEXT ADDRESS BESIDE THE WIFE AND CHILDREN, THE LOSS THAT SOURED THE PLUM OF HIS EXISTENCE THAT IS NO LONGER ABOUT LIVING.
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