I am buried in shroud
And I have bowed
To my inner thoughts
who are calling all my shots
For now I have bled
But now I am dead
For these inner thoughts
That my thoughts always plot
I cannot be revived
I have now arrived
To this burning hell
From where I have fell
But now my thoughts
Can no more call all my shots

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