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Held in the velvet grip of melancholy I'm conscience as I slowly sink, Wholly enthralled by the temptation of a Divine link, Recalling deeds performed for good and for worse yearning to completely forget, No feat in spite of sincerity or repentance has a reset, a deliberate homicide of an eternal spirit, Death by a thousand cuts meeting pain without a limit, Showered under dust from the ashes of ancient and long dead stars, Playing the game of battles lost and losing wars, Absence of light pulling gravity and existence toward the event horizon, Drawn into a promise of forever tasting poison on Judas' lips, Infinity and Hell experienced before perceiving death's eclipse, Lost in the stare of bare mortality for a while, Goodbye finally said with an artificial sigh and a simulated smile.