Abandoned

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In a sunless sleep, in a dreamless night

Still though cast shadows deep and white

Long and sad, guilty and bored

To hold, to core, crimes behold!

To your right is a withering fresh soul

Asunder from life because of you, a heart of coal!

Death, you surely will suffer

From the hands of hell fire!

Oh, faithless Man, don't abandon me!

I am not, but a relief for thee

When your bones begin to creak, strength threatens to leave

It is I, who gives you peace by your body weave.

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