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Head's been aching,
existence shaking
Soul's breaking
Apart
into pieces
A part remains left
The dark piece,
Let the dark prevail
Light is something I can't avail
My past seems to be a few sins away
As I turn around and look back my way
Opposite to peace,
Might be apposite
Don't let the serenity slide in
Gotten used to the dark creatures hissing at me
Monstrous rebels befriending me
Then backstabbing me
For I astound them
And I'm outcast but
I'm crowned for
Being the sinister
So in order to escape,
the Satan's territory
I've to level up my rivalry
With the elites who rule
Till then,
I'm ought to feel the cruel
stings in my head
And breathe along with dead.