The anger left inside,
The rage yet unfulfilled,
Till such time as bearable,
And never later.
To live in fear of such disillusions,
To guard at all times against the unknown deceit,
So i may have been created but I can never be owned,
And what little is left,
Now rests tattered and torn.
[Cluster II]
The rage yet unfulfilled,
Till such time as bearable,
And never later.
To live in fear of such disillusions,
To guard at all times against the unknown deceit,
So i may have been created but I can never be owned,
And what little is left,
Now rests tattered and torn.
[Cluster II]
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