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In this short passage, which is the existence,

So miserable inheritance went out to me

A disease that was going and scrapping from inside,

Rotting my entrails, consuming all from within.

I count the hours and the days

Into awesome agony and sorrow

My cries are nothing more brief

Of hidden laments in the darkness.

Open sores all over my body and exuding a foul scent.

With an intense suffering, the anguish spend my days

With the excruciating pain that runs through my body

And wanton my flesh like a cold steel blade.

I will destroy, I will wreck their ways

That quiet may be restored. Let us have rest!

A curse is come upon me and yet so far away

Like a rag man drifting into silence.

From my final day, foresee my last breath in this life,

Long gone are the days

When serenity filled my life.

Overlays are now the suffering

And the anguish within my soul.

I dwell in rotting darkness, who hunts my dreams

The pain that torments me, like a mortal sin.

Horrifying my last days, I suffer endlessly.

Failing my internal organs and consuming from within.

I will destroy, I will wreck their ways

That quiet may be restored. Let us have rest!