Humanitarian
Without a name
Holding the same sense
Don't take life for granted
Gone beyond a reason
No one ever reclaimed the sign
The flame you hold
A loaded day
Cold and pale
A game with the devil
The crown at the edge of ordeal
A story in due time
A leech in hand
Losing control
The day is gone
Now
My soul departed.
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