Last Black- CM
Drowning dread takes over
Frowning you stand there sober,
In my ultimate perish even
Sin is displayed, no peace is given.
All those memories run
Fall's misty mighty sun
But only dark, no fun lies
Shut is the place where my soul flies.
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