neverthis barren land is neverneverwhen will this season of bloodloss end? hope falls through the holes in my hands
every hour is a shackle I curse my captor every divinity has forsaken me
I curse my birth I curse this life
I worship the God of slumber
for death and sleep walk hand in hand
these eyes will never lie.
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