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» Poem: Final Solution(verse I,II,III)
Final Solution(verse I,II,III)
written by maledeth
12:52 AM 9/2/04
The ground so cold, knowing the harsh of days will get the best of me.
Faces full of eyes, lying behind the backs of thee who resist to see.
Annex insanity and I will fuck humanity.
For this is my, this is my, Final Solution.
These walls suffocate the lonliness you'd given me.
The only thing I grasped until this moment of no understanding.
Clouds of feeble frality, caused by the ruins of amour propre.
The only thing in mind, in my mind. Final solution.
In death and tragedy, we'll still experience falsity.
We're oblivious, you and I, but I know of this misery.
Dissect a masterpiece and look for something that you seize.For this is my, this is my, final solution!!!


Ice cold hearts had shut the door.
Glorious malice brandished on my tomb, forevermore.
Cyanide aggravation from you keeps it there.
I was not created, I was made.
Imprisonment for a minor falsehood.
I'm guilty of being human.
Wilting inside this hole...
I was not created, I was made.

For whom the cold hearts are implored,
Who stands against this door?
Is it black betrayal with daunted schemes?
As it had not created, It had made.


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