My sarcophagus is made of gold,
my soul is filled with coal.
Breathing was impossible,
trying to catch my last breath.
When there was no air to have.
My sarcophagus will just rust away,
as my body decays.
And memories fade,
You are all outsiders looking in.
The endless thoughtlessness, heartless, tormentors you are.
wishing for me to relinquish my life,
My sarcophagus is made of gold.
My soul is filled with coal.
The yearning of truth will set me free.
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