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I rue the day

I couldn't know you

Because Now that day has come



Until now I thought

That you were alive

But your grave is where you come from



And everytime I see you

It's like you were never there



But I know that's where you sleep at night.

What life do you find there?



Fabricated experiences, what life do you find there?

Fabricated

Where all is unknown

A daze to the senses,

what life, where?



Self deterioration,

Or rather

submission.



[The cost for

and is

happiness]



In lies beyond glory

And love beyond lies

Hand in hand.

You fool

who takes the wine