Souls wills make
I've spoke of futures and of past .
I've finally seen my soul at last.
Rotting, maimed, and on its own.
I'll join the others and move on.
The eternity it just may take
A brand new soul my wills to make.
The thoughts are spinning mine to take
The building blocks of souls wills make.
I've finally seen my soul at last.
Rotting, maimed, and on its own.
I'll join the others and move on.
The eternity it just may take
A brand new soul my wills to make.
The thoughts are spinning mine to take
The building blocks of souls wills make.
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