• And If I die, It will not matter,
    I've always cherished land,
    I've walked the skies,
    I've recognized the life surrounding.


    This act of life and death, did give me pleasure,
    As harmless, as breeze at summer...

    The burning cold and striking heat ice cold;
    And if I die, I hope I die alone...



    I've been accused of misery, deceit
    But I know better;
    Adore and worship I, this Devil.
    And you can be my witness!

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    And if I die, It's not in vain,
    I've lived devoted,
    Through nights of darkness maddening,
    And days of brightness blinding.


    Repress myself; shout out I never,
    I Sigh, my pounding heart.
    Where do I run, where do I go;
    Is this place any different
    Or is it all the same where I have come from.

    Do I cry out, and beg to ease my pain?
    To Gods which gave me life and stole the void from my soul!
    I want to kill them all, and show to not look down upon...
    Or I might crash at them with more force, than they have ever known!

    I rage this war with meaning none.
    In endless battle, I slaughter saints, and fallen ones.
    And if I die ,I will be happy,
    For I was honored to be of whom I always was.

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    Tried did I, my best at that.
    No prison could contain,
    Such vast amount of Anger ,Love!
    I tremble now, but I must let it out,
    If I should push my life on-ward.
    Nor Dawn, nor Dusk must stop my task!


    I now lay down, on rocky shore,
    To calm myself, seldom, prospect.
    This realm that I traverse,
    Is this how I take care?


    Such worrying words from this carcass,
    My mind just reconciles and moves on,
    My selfish soul seeks no dispute, just sole salvation,
    But who am I to shut my eyes on heart at that!
    That I was not the kind,
    That I have felt I've always been at that!

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    I have no voice but I can shout as loud as thunder,
    I have no limbs but I can stand as tall as any mountain,
    I may look dead in shape and form, but I am so alive like any other God.


    I may seem kind, forgiving, friendly and forsaking,
    I beg you not to make me angry,
    For I live on not on my own,
    Reside I in your soul.
    In memories, which will be told.

    My presence bugs you greatly,
    I hold no answers, my helplessness,
    Is what will drive you, always crazy...