sitting alone upon the cliff
looking out over the sea
inside my head plays a riff
and dreaming of a place so free
somewhere in which to lay my head
free from loss and sorrow
instead all i see is dead
that is my tomorrow
and in my past
are lands so vast
in my future
i live for torture
and all that is evil
me as the devil
will heat this land
and turn bodies into sand
i live for pain
and wash blood down the drain
by lady hope death
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