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By Shaun Jones Date: 2005 Jan 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.14.14.59.30623]] |
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Left in the unbearable cold Time passes making everything around me old I've always wondered why this world is so cold My hands are constantly frozen from having no soul I am a souless corpse left to wander the world alone My sword is by my side and will never leave as it continues to grow This sword is crafted out of pain The one thing that will never wain I consider my life pointless and vain All because of the damn sword of pain Cursed to me by satan himself This is the legacy that is bound to me I wont allow it to be faded As long as I still breathe |