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Dismember — Sorrowfilled

How this, my rightful palace
Has been fouled
With the dust
Of countless innocent dead
Ornated extinction
Of a soon-to-be soul
Stripped naked I run
From this ultimate goal
First I was warm
Then I drifted cold
I saw the afterlife
So ancient and so old
Hate the only true emotion
So should it be
So shall it be
Where the void is eternal
And life is internal
I was born a god
And will die as one
Without a pure soul
I cannot give sight
To their blind lives

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