The cry and sadness met in the same place
Agreed to destroy one's immunity
In this world of sorrow he shalt embrace
His corse down to his soul's insanity
The universe of gent makes nay wondrous
For inside his soul art catastrophes
Feelings w're made for solely perilous
For words transform'd into anastrophes
But my heart whispers, thou art life I owe
Thy ghost creeps mine own spirit down to death
O, ye wraiths were haunting me years ago
Neither life nor death is worth the last breath.
Fearsome to live this life without verses.
For in life, all I had heard were noises.
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