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love lost hate abounds |
| loss of willpower surge of doubt in the final hours my mind is in drought your love was the water of a shower in spring now my heart is a desert summer heat shimmering your hate is a blade twisting deep in my chest my senses fade as the day goes to rest in the darkest hour of night my lifes blood falling but still i fight though death is calling i hear his voice a whisper in my ear "you'll soon face the fates" he says as he comes near |