i'm sore

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my eyes reach the horizon
the devil in my eyes
pierces through last frames
of the mankind and the life
we have created

i scream for god and call for friends
great youth i call for nothing
it speaks to me ears
and whispers some sacred words
that felt too uncompresible

even now my wisdom
cant reach the ones that have lost,
loved and saw the sun set
and the dear moon rise on heavy clouds

my eyes burning close for my sake
blood dripping from my fingernails
perish because no meaning it has
now my destiny is true
flowers growing in my mouth are cruel

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