Every day I wished you upon,
this sorrows of silence,
to break this hatred you’ve shown,
yelling as if your world ends;
I kept living to stand,
for the sake to succumbed,
you’re treachery as hell as it is,
so that I could pray with ease;
My faith lose into oblivion,
as underneath it was just a vision,
of your sins without mercy,
taking those which you see;
Bring your grudges to me,
so I could cleansed you within,
with this weak soul,
which prays for silence;
No sound, no beat,
not a single beast within reach,
clear this wound of hatred,
to show this mind sheltered;
I’ve shown you those who fail,
returning without soul was thus,
norm within our prays,
so that their minds obeys;
Let us pray for our sins,
let us breed with this sorrow,
so that in the end,
we only pray for silence.
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