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What a scared soul
The most allowed to horror in this world
Macabre creatures around me
Swallowing happiness from inside me
So, then, the world becomes overturned
Increasing anxiety in my soul, too burned
By the coldest fire of depression
Which drags my heart to the deepest floor
With rusty hooks provokes a repression
Of all bright memories in this soul.
But, oh! My Lord! I know you’re there
You are just here, and everywhere!
My love for you comforts this poor
Soul of mine, in a life too sour
sharpening thorns between lungs for
Obstructing breathing with a pitiless power
Eyes wide open the whole night
Suffering, weeping, in a suffocated silence
Trying to calm my heart that might
Tear my soul for the world’s violence
di Gothic Sha
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