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Old as sin, world end

Pain and death, be mine

He must die, you take

Let my death, be

Truth leaves so much for us to say

A rush to false convictions

These lies we told ourselves today

The book of depraved fiction

Secret in a locked box

Sigil from the North

Our home in darkness

A mantle of belief

You speak these words to me today

Trauma of your depiction

Three times she’s begging him to stay

The look of betrayed addiction

fight the stubbornness

foolish arrogance

Grateful immodest

See the fallen beg