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"Death is welfare" a prophet says with deceptive smile

Nothing is there but Providence to tempt us to a clamity

"This is failure" My repentance is never granted by the Lord

I grasped an child in bloodshed hands

I gaze up to the sky, with tears of hate

All the world has just filled with mournful sigh

Fingers traced the scar of hearts draw the despair

World was dead and stopped my breath

Give me force against the absurd and the fateful world

until the time is broken away

Fill me now,your painful scream, and I will embrace it tight

And they will make into the blades against the fate.