The soundless song


If dust turned wrong, life burned long, and Torture stirred on, life would be a soundless song, left not boundless or strong, priceless no more rotten core, u can’t soar, you feel life no more, forever you will sit near your grave stone here, no fear you crawl near ready steady u end it now, just a section of the mirror, your past Reflection.

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