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I, the one who weeps when the world is unreachable I, the one who's always asking for freedom I, the one who's trapped in the cage I create Dying. Have I not the power to live and to love? Have I not the misery of mystic happiness? My soul is floating in the deepest sacrifice; Have no home for placing my heart. What say I then? That the pain is anything ? Or which is offered in sacrifice is to feel this pain? My life must run its course. Lying on the altar of death revelation, Crowned by Satan's bride, Saying no words . . .Survive no more. Sealed by desperate spirit, I became bond, no mark at all. Disappear . . . part . . . and part. I am done.

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