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At the edge of an endless raining

On a very long voyage seas apart

The uncolored brush of the ancient pain

Black gives the powerless strength to survive

In that man's mind that time, there's only suffers

Wishing for nothing more than a last

As those whites dying out the lungs of a father,

A black poem remains for reminding the child

Diagnose me tight

Diagnosed by laying ignorance

Bloodstreams stopped

Bloodstream has dam by greedy needs

Cough me hard

This cough makes the throat become drought

Decease, makes die

Decease, till I crawl and slowly die

Lungs for lust

It's the last cash of the consumerism

Blackened of cloud

It could be the end of the sun, of a leader

Black lungs, it's a breathless

Black lungs, it's a death of nirwana

I hate goodbyes, but it is the black lungs