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They are crying
And no one comes.
Thy money
Won't save from harm
Those souls that have been caught
In thy heavy and dirty arms.
Rely upon
That thou are saved
By spirits
Clumsy and suspicious.
While I'll be laughing on thy grave,
They will be killing other species.
Define the life
In words of praying.
They have
Thy filth and lies of fairies.
The moment when they will be burn
Reflects those days that are prosperous.
They cry for thee
And no one comes
From truth
For truth of darkened days.
Just keep those feelings in thy mind
Till thou will see first sunny rays.