The night

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Daylight's Gone, 

The sun's faded black.

 All is silent

Then the earth starts to crack. 

The wind moves me slowly, 

Swayed by more than a breeze. 

And I feel the world kneeling

To Nature's fucking disease. 

All becomes still, 

And all becomes stiff, 

The dead turn in their coffins, 

And yet, I'm still pissed. 

Miraculous Fortune, 

What a blood crying shame. 

No matter how much you scream, 

Things are never the same. 

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