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(lyrics- T Burnett, music- Black Solitude)

From the broken gutter I call my life

I see it fragment across war-torn skies

The world evolves and the doves of peace fly

To the heralding call which I cannot deny

The choir sings in harmony

With the hatred and wails of pain

Which pour from my tongue

Drenched in the claustrophobic

Feeling of despair

Which I face each day with

Unceasing regularity

And the darkness in the world

Compares little to that in my mind

I know I am lost, and my shephard has found me

My Criminalisation by the synthetic system

Consumed by the feeling of self-esteem broken

Spiders crawl freely

Across my tattered corpse

A meer flicker

Of the candle of its former self

Parasitical predators stalk my mind

Encircle their pray with unexpected jubilation

And my life becomes engaged in combat

With all including my own base instincts

I create the enemies around me

I can never justify the reason, but she can

The northern lights gleam brighter

The jewels sewn within the twilight

Scars glimmer into vast emptiness

And my true queen descends