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Sharpen my blades of wrath

It’s getting darker by the hour

Cover your callous heart

For it might burn in the flood

You should be wary of the sky (above)

It’s crying the names of those lost

You’re showing a mark you won’t be able

To discard it will burn your insides

Weak and powerless before the view

Distorted and strippedfrom pureness

Cut in half by the axe of anguish

Sinking into weeping waves

If given a chance

Would the fire stay in the eyes

Help me prevent the outburst

I am not that strong