Night raised her wings
And flew up so high.
I hear angels sing
In the dark sky.
Black shadows of past
Now follow me close.
‘cos I am the last,
Who feels no remorse.
Scorched visions arise:
The sea turns to blood;
As I close my eyes
Earth drowns in sins flood.
I am so abused
With the game I did lose
Our future has gone-
Reality won.
End of all
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