The darkest winter covered me.
And cultivating my decay.
I follow through my dreams and falls.
Feel on my neck the rotten claws.
I want be lone.
This is my Final Destination.
No more tears and face no more.
From Enslavement to Obliteration.
To devastation from the War.
The sands of memories, the fog of pain.
My world is under toxic rain.
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