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All within this day of birth
Lies within this day of Death ,
In-between thy ain unfurling -
Breathes thy last of Lament’s breath …
And nane shall be forevermore
From whence it was that single day ,
Nothingness shall rend thy thrall -
Of unrelenting fey …
And in this day of birth and death
Perception’s view - twas vain ;
Within a Moment’s lucid breath -
Excruicating Pain …
Wane those lachrymose of hours
Onward o’er ! Thru Bludgeoning’s way,
It matters not of mirth , nor sorrow -
The constant , ever , on end fray …
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Lies within this day of Death ,
In-between thy ain unfurling -
Breathes thy last of Lament’s breath …
And nane shall be forevermore
From whence it was that single day ,
Nothingness shall rend thy thrall -
Of unrelenting fey …
And in this day of birth and death
Perception’s view - twas vain ;
Within a Moment’s lucid breath -
Excruicating Pain …
Wane those lachrymose of hours
Onward o’er ! Thru Bludgeoning’s way,
It matters not of mirth , nor sorrow -
The constant , ever , on end fray …
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