Finale 

Quiet animosity of a helpless soul

Tender tears of quiet grace stroll down upon your face

A sunken ship in the blackened rough seas of heart 

The piercing blade of truth spewing forth all your vain 

Such a shame the way it came and how fast things changed

When it’s beat finally stop and air no longer reaches to the top 

And a permanent darkness overcome your eyes

And every tear is a drop of blood from the soul it had sold 

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