[ Grisly Torment ]
Everlasting confusion I am in,
when question the laws of divinity...
Such grisly torment, an illusionist sin,
when Determinism intermix with Insanity...
Timeless glances of Truth avail,
the Human Race that never fails,
Autumn of glory comes across the sadness of spring
taking away all the nights that ring...
and voices chant and sing,
the last psalm of Will,
where Liberty stands at the end!
Away we march again
to an ending fate, crying!
Behind the dogmatic torch of sin
our thoughts raped as dreams flying
Why sighs of Joy?!
Why laughs of Sadness?!
We are all trying...
To unfold the Truth,
and awake the sleeping consciousness...
For our grounds covered with blood very smooth!
And lost all aspects of faithfulness...
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