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The TormentedTorturedLeft to decay A weeping soul He wallows through murky fields This corpse maimed This life a mere flicker in existence Beaten, worn, abused Out from the darkness he shall rise To contest your dire words With unveiled flesh, frail bones and dreary eyes He roams through bullet fueled fields In city crevices he shall wade To find your unjust soul His angst the cause of your demise |