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The dead of the world is dragging me down

Its grief carves a hole through my heart

The weight of its sorrow is pulling me down

Soar through life with these leaden wings of mine

“In spite of life

All is perishing”

So it may pour

funeral rain

So it may cleanse

our souls from pain

The tears you’ve cried

…and tried to hide

are fading now

with the morning glow

I cannot climb

out of this cave

I will drown

in this Ocean Black.