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The smell of disharmony

Makes a tear hit the ground

To the state of misanthropy

Is the soul of every man bound

Standing on a misty shore

Gazing into the night

Burried emotions from within

Came clear before my sight

Wicked winds whisper

And it enters the dark

See grotesque pictures of pain

And my mind sets its mark

Now I see why I came here

I resent that foul day

The day they took you away

I don't want to be free

Face to face with my demise

No one will hear me scream

Should I make the sacrifice

These scars will mend the same

As the wind dries my last tear

In the moonlit reflection

Your face suddenly appears

Im drawn to the affection