Suffering
There is no end to suffering
and so I cannot rest
my mind is forced to wander
along the frozen paths of death
the inside of the tortured heart
against it many crimes
everything seems useless
I see but I feel blind
as many tears as I can shed
and pray to god unheard
I wonder of the usefulness
of any spoken word
and so I cannot rest
my mind is forced to wander
along the frozen paths of death
the inside of the tortured heart
against it many crimes
everything seems useless
I see but I feel blind
as many tears as I can shed
and pray to god unheard
I wonder of the usefulness
of any spoken word


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