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After all the centuries

Spended looking at the young girls

Blooming into red passion fruits

And then wither in a mourning mask

Outcast from this circle

Not a weight I can’t lift

But this turn of the century

Has taken away all my chances of

Redemption

For the forgottens

You think to be free

With all this ties connecting you

What if this information is the deep chain

Stranding you down here

You lost your wings

And I lost my deep desire to drain you

Don't you ever see my faith is crumble

Like my chances of

Redemption

For the Forgotten

This barren desert will not fulfill me

This world is not

Flavorful

Anymore

Please God

Hear my prayer

Give me death

And set me free