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Sights Of Hell

I watch as the time flies by
visual sights sink into my eyes

I start to wonder, I begin to think
I stand here, My eyes dont even blink

So,I stare off into the space
Wishin I was in a better place

Stuck in this place that I hate
Every one argues, they debate

I stay here, and I dont ever say a word
I begin to clean this blood off of my sword

I dont know if there is a god
But I know this place sure is odd

I dont have a single memory
I feel this feeling of misery

I accomplished my desire
But everything is on fire

I run away, with no words to say
I run, searching for a place to stay