Nothing satisfies me
No longer conform my existence
I will fall back to the realm
From which I came
Darkness
Brought back to life
By a dying dream
Equality universal
Loyalty to this
Then I die
My life is as dried wax
From a dead candlestick
Ink constantly running out
While the system stomps on my hope
Alone I breath in the dust
From where I slept
Upon the floor
Nothing satisfies me
No longer conform my existence
I will fall back to the realm
From which I came
Darkness
Brought back to life
By a dying dream
Equality universal
Loyalty to this
Then I die
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