In the darkness of my soul, shadow lies like an iron curse, while fate weaves and stretches invisible threads. Every step feels like a journey into the abyss, into a deep chasm where the heart is lost, in the labyrinth of painful words and corrupted deeds.
In the silence of war, my soul boils like the blood of a lion, tears streaming from my eyes. Melting into the stone within my cold chest. Every sigh becomes a prayer, every thought a curse, in this twisted world, where loves lies dead and hatred reigns.
And as the stars vanish on the horizon, disappearing into the fog of oblivion. I stand as a witness to the collapse, watching the world crumble. For in this burden of life, tragedy is the only performance, and i am merely a plaything of fate, forgotte in a box of sorrow and lost hope.
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