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It’s deaths intention we pass, through the certain awaits

upholding the pleasures at hand...

God given traits

...Living with scars...

Through bleak accession we task, through disaster we face

In fear of rejection we stand...

God given grace

To live again, taken by the ones we force

without a solitary reason

it’s like a solace from the shade...

Don't see it any other way... it’s deaths inception we must take

With dark intention, a passing the certain awaits

withholding pleasures at hand, all that gods given drained

...Living with scars...