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Burned to ashes,
Churned them up before each bone of mine clashes...
Hawks plucked out my skin,
Far far away the ribs of that fire flashes...

Broken was my every desire,
Desire to become the greatest messiah...
Ruined will be the lives of those sinners,
'Coz these sins of mine will never let them respire...

Into that alive coffin,
I was sleeping with that future sin...
Flames of my secrecy and terribility,
Will burn their hopeless fins...

The conversion of the world to the devilish hell,
The carcass of every blood scoop will be buried into that well...
Will horrify every child so much,
That stories of mine will be muted and never be permitted to tell...