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The drooping pain of mundane dream chronicles the most copulative relief on thy careful embrace.

The unlit sway of the temple of eternity fulfils the movement with eternal song of absolute nothingness

The muse of wordless glory doth surface the pain that engraves thy name with tacit incantation.

Life hast become a weary bed, Full of thorn with no petal left, All the songs beautiful and inspiring to elude the dirty dream silenced, The cloudhast overshadowed the burning ball and rolling blast of solid rain pierced the soil

Life hast become a weary bed, Full of thorn with no petal left, All the songs beautiful and inspiring to elude the dirty dream silenced, The cloudhast overshadowed the burning ball and rolling blast of solid rain pierced the soil.