Upon the gravel
I dare sit
Waiting up until sundown
I know the price
I will go down
I wish hell, hell
Where will this war go down?
Hell is everywhere
Where is the promised world?
Hell is here!
Buried in Hell's flame!
I wither down
Where is my heart?
Where is the love?
Where is the heart?
I loathe the beat
I know where it goes down
I believe in the night
I know it's the end, the end
Carried off to the sundown
Covered in blood
Drowned in blood
Showered in the drowning abyss
Where is the haven?
I know not where.
Green fairy take me to the place
Far from this
Far from I
How do I die?
With a sigh.
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
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