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Dying Devotion
Dying Devotion
1 min
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No-one wants to be buried in the isolated room, I'm sitting in.
I can sense centipedes are turning into huge monsters,
Ceiling fan is noisy and vermins are crawling on the earth.
My body is heavier and my hands are in shudder.
A cemetery is yet to be built over my house.,
I fell and my mother is screaming in her 49.
Spiders are taking over my body, my father hanged himself.
My sister is tired of all this view and she runs away.
My bare feet have been a metal rod,
I'm looking at the pane, it's raining outside
Thunder! Thunder!
No more living on own,
O lord! Form rituals to die.
