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I'll leave my family behind,
Lock the gates and hide the key.
Run along the tracks,
following an outstretched eternity.

whirling alone as I
give life to those that
hate me.

I'll ask death for myself,
warm deprived corpses
And give birth to something dead,
Give birth to something old.

My third sin,

building a warfare of torment
and no bliss,
inside a menacing place
incarcerated in tribulation.