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(Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry,

As, to behold desert a beggar born,

And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,

And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,

And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,

And strength by limping sway disabled,

And art made tongue-tied by authority,

And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,

And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,

And captive good attending captain ill.

Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,

Save that, to die, I leave my love alone...) ~ William Shakespeare - Sonnet 66

This divine hell within is my sanctuary

Conquered, destined and banished forevermore

I've found the key to open the gates wide

Kill, abolish, deny and leave it all behind

Can you hear the voice inside?

There's no hope, just a dying dream

We will fall asleep forever

And leave the world once and for all...

From the pitiful depths, I now ascend

Proclaiming eternal freedom, my strength unbend

No longer chained to the whispers of woe

I break the shackles to watch them all go

Can you hear the voice inside?

There's no hope, just a dying dream

We will fall asleep forever

And leave the world once and for all...

And leave the world once and for all...

Goodbye cruel world...