In my shallow grave I see the pictures of the past All the anger starts to rave My final ballot I have to cast The time in a short span The poets call it life Notions are to ban The fortune is a dive My last glance No foul hope It is the hearts last dance I shouldnt have taken the rope In my shallow grave I will enslave my mind All the anger starts to rave Needless creatures of my kind What will await me Exists the divine claw? I feel the undertow The last thing that I saw My last glance... What was the preachers plight Where is the promised truth I see no heavens might No, my existence will fuse In my shallow grave I see the pictures of the past All the anger starts to rave My hopes have been vast
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