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The Grief Of Age (Demo)The terror of beingLeft alone Never leaves me Unspeakable woes Gather me Up forever To your breast Morbid weather Watch this face Still a child Eyes red raw Aching and tired Issue your Delicate voice Sing through me Men and twice boys Children's waking fears Of the supernatural Choke their simple thoughts And crush our simple minds I feel sometimes A hell within myself The terror of The piled earth Hiding me Will end this man forever |