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Save for the blinding light,
I all but know the fright,
That has outlived the fight
Against the plight of life.
Show me a way
Around the pain
That I myself have caused.
The powers that I have been given
Only destroy the joy
That God has bestowed
Unto the land above my prison
Of Hell
He is the only one
That can remove
What has been done,
And yet,
Here we still are,
Trapped in a land of burning stone
And fire
Called Hell.
When will the pain be relieved
When will my powers be removed
Because all I really want
Is to be sent away
From the servitude
And to be received
By the sweet release
Of anywhere but Hell
But could it be
That the life I lead
Is what was right for me
Is the life
Given to me
The answer of my destiny
But why
Am I to
Suffer so
Am I to be
The servant of death
The messenger of Hell
Well, at least I have a purpose
To my life.