Our future is but past lies
I write these words in dark
The dream of children cries
Our angels will never hark
We will never love again
I lost my due unto you
Your passion I shall sue
Your heart I cannot win
Suicide veins wonder
Will I die from this ponder?
Bending words is your task
So take off hell's mask
Count backwards from ten
Your heart I shall not win
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