I feel tormented. I feel...
Something will happen
I'm in my haste
Being trapped, can't break the air around
I only see unhuman forms
A blur, a shining screen that comes alive
At the moment I just realize
The sensation of my mighty hands
I like and tear it out from me
Fraying the life for a new born man
As track back to myself
Realizing we still convicted
We are non constricted lifes
Assuming that all around are mortify
What a cornered man... What I should do to...
Hear the whisper from the uprising ghosts
They are seeking for a guilty mind
The wicked one, destroyer of my judgment
I'm living blinded into my torment

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