People now define me as the character of doom
One who wears down the inky skies to gray
Delivered fruitless struggles to disengage and doom
One that must hold onto the grass in order to not stray
Deposit me to the sea of hell
Ferocity expounds, and no lulls of tranquil intervals exist
I've became he symbolic tone of the death bell
But when you need my macabre help, it's you that enlists
Certainly there's life beyond the belt of vapor beneath us
Is it treachery or blithe?
I wish I could pine for life with a sensation of lust
But this life is profound with perpetual strife
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