I called for the soothing breeze
right from upon a burning tree
Healing me from a blood night
that loms my own graveyard
The shadows of hope
and enlightened massacre
in a name they didn't
really know
Sincere grace of
rage only for
those who bow
Slashed by own guilts
Stabbed by own regrets
shot by own sins
And now he feels how
lonely a hole on a heart
can be
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