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The scytheThe scythe is appearing
And starts to shiver as tears drop on the blade.
A melancholic melody is playing
While bloody ropes
Which connect me to this fucking life
The darkness of a soul finds its place
In a world darker than black,
That is resembled by midnight-black
Everything, is it special, precious or meaningful
Is consumed by the greatness if the Whole,
Everything that seemed once
To be only the beginning,
Is now erased by a deep wish
And the opinion of uselessness.
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