What is this being which carries me Through her eyes is cast a cemetary Amid the corpses awake we lie Not yet born already I die Why must I be thrust into this hell To taste the dying To die myself Forsaken am I, to suffer, whilst still confined within (my) mother? Discovering that, qhich the living fear Sealed are my eyes, but yet my future is clear I am to rot inside this box By my creator I am mocked
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