Afflictions of the flesh coupled with persecution of the soul - on the brink of insanity and being forced to jump - watch my life, the never-ending puppet show.
Secrets with no meaning are whispered softly - my heart is dark and overcast, bleak and cold as death - give me freedom, let me have release.
One act of grace, on movement of mercy - kill my body that my soul may have rest - suicide screams at me even as I sleep.
In the eternal sleep shall I awaken - eyes are open to light and life anew - lead me to this paradise, oh lovely hand of death.
Till my day of death, that day of release - watch the world pull the strings and make this dead heart beat sadly - watch my life, the never-ending puppet show.
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Faith, Hope, and Love - but the greatest of these is LOVE.
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serena emilia
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