A soul that was happy
Now lives in strife.
One of the lost ones
Walking in the shadows
Passing through eternity
One life to the next.
Should I accept my place in this world,
Give up and move on?
Or do I keep searching, and pushing for the light
For my piece of freedom
With the Venom of Hate
Look into my soul once more
My sin awaits your service.
With the pleasure of our convoluted agony
I wither further for your twisted pleasure
And as long as the world stands,
Comfort is not mine to find
All those moments will be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain
Meine hilfe kam zu spät
(My help came too late)
l- Kalooeh -l Community Member 
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