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My Souls Torment
Light without darkness Good without evil Dawn without dusk Life without death So many things I still don't understand Why we have to bear Opposition in all things Perhaps it's meant to be Sometimes I wish it weren't I can't say I don't deserve These burdens put on me One burden I cannot shake Constant struggles strain And wrack my body through But my soul is hurt the most Agony and torment ooze out My conscience stabs my being This pain I feel inside Is this what a damned soul feels like This burden gets worse yet No one else can help me My burden is mine to take on Whether or not I prevail My journey may seem long This agony I must bear Will I win this fight I really just don't know
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