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Created on: September 04, 2008
The waste of a thousand deaths am I
a waste of a life and a soul
an ugly infirm a wretch and a whore
with nothing but death as a goal
Drown me under the placid swell
so noone can hear me scream
I'm nothing to noone
for hell am I bound
for nothing have I left to dream.
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