Infernal

Infernal

My oldest memory
is the pain
the anguish
the fear
Death is my oldest longing
my obsession to understand the painful existence

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I have been scourged
with the whip of time
My eyes have seen
the morbid pleasure of the executioner
I am a prisoner of this absurdity

Everything I feel
damns me
Is this hell?
Is this life?

And this story didn't start with me
How many like me have existed?
How many times have these same useless words been repeated?

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