Woods swallowing men with cold, dark, beasts and deep blue skies Quaking earth, winds that wipe creations of man away like dust I reach out to fathom all of my kin I have none, that is sin Alone we die like cattle in storm Alone we die like cattle in storm
It Wears Me Down It wears me down It wears me down All of me, all of me, all of me down
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Pure encharting reconception of self-vindictive truth Over-eating expectation a subregarding sleuth seems to open for correction the understudied mind but it stops at magniloquence
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