Your death will come to you, and never You shall be, else, a slave of life, Just waiting for a dawn's favor, From nights of

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Your death will come to you, and never
You shall be, else, a slave of life,
Just waiting for a dawn's favor,
From nights of poverty and strife.
She'll build with you a common law,
One will of the Eternal Reign.
And you are not condemned to slow
And everlasting deadly pain.
Despair
Relationships
Death
Hate

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