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Destitute

Stranded in the cold

With the winds of fate whipping my frostbitten cheeks

Future's fortunes and prophecy are unclear to me

I climb the mountains of my grief and my despair

Consumed by hatred

Consumed by grief

I'll vanquish this poison once and for all

My body is lost and my soul weak

But there is no more light

I am the night as I walk the corridors of my mind

My inner world is dying

But a few stars still glow

And the last rays of the sun still shine

There is Hope for my last rebirth