Current mood:HEAVEN DOESNT WANT ME AND HELL IS TOO FUCKING COLD
WITHERED THE SOUL THAT CANNOT FINDSHELTER FROM STORMS THAT RAGE INSIDE
TORN APART A WEARY MIND
BEATEN BY THE WIND AND SANDS OF TIME
THE REAPER YOUR FRIEND WITH EYES BLIND
CALLING YOU IN ,,YOU MUST DECIDE
ONE LAST BREATH IN THIS HELL CONFINED
LOST AND ALONE IN A FOREVER NIGHT
OR FOUND AND PRAISED ON THE ROAD OF LIGHT
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