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As the angels cry out for my soul,
watching as I'm thrust into sheol,
furrowing in confusion, asking the question that corrupts me whole:
"Why do you mourn for me?"
"Do you honestly think going there will make me feel complete?"
As they sob in outrage, I watch from my cage,
screaming at them to complete the last stage
watching as I'm thrust into sheol,
furrowing in confusion, asking the question that corrupts me whole:
"Why do you mourn for me?"
"Do you honestly think going there will make me feel complete?"
As they sob in outrage, I watch from my cage,
screaming at them to complete the last stage
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