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This curse lift far high
take it all before i die
drag me off this lie
severe this unholy tie

A heart keeps breaking
A soul is daily burning
Words keep warning
Nigh is the time for mourning

What is this i feel?
It is an open sore i forbid to heal
It is a whip that forces me to kneel
A cloud that hides all that is real

Quietly i sit and weep
What i sow i won't reap
In this filth i go deep
Pieces of dirt gathered i want to keep

What is this i feel?
I choose you and that is my will
Against the odds i stand still
The pain not stopping my zeal

You are not worth my golden tear
Yet life without you is hard to bear
You do not know what it is to care
Still i want you near

Our destination we do not know
Wherever this leads we go
Tick gently time.for us be slow
Lest we feel reality's blow