The wind gushes the sand,
The bell chimes softly,
The voice that is in need of aid,
Has never been cared to prevent such terrible faith.
The cries of screams heard,
The request for help does not arrive,
It does not have mercy,
Nor humanity.
One that tries hard for something,
Tries to be known by people,
Hopes for a miracle and a stroke of luck,
Never arrives to reward ones achievement,
The agony of proceeding ones life,
Is with pure loneliness and a heart of pure ice,
Is this the will of god that decides such fate,
Is it for the best of human nature,
The pain of loneliness for thou cannot bear,
Is endless pain,
Worse than the infernos of hell itself,
I bid my farewells and regards to this world of sorrow and tyranny,
For thou cannot watch or feel life's terror.
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