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“When I was born, I brought no happiness into the world.

I decayed like drying blood;

And rotted like meat: in the stomachs of men.

The love I made away with, shattered and broke.

When I leave this world, I will bring joy, as murdered the day I was born.”

The sadness lost – staring.

Abased, lepers linger, subdued by leaking yellow walks;

My world lost in coffins frozen.

Inner shackles of your unholy acts:

Coveting the joy of flesh.

Alone, alone, alone............