starry starry night
no sign of bloody full moon
nor corpse hanging tilt on trees
a massacre
blood rise we rise
cant feel the beat
the lullaby
so as the silent voice inside me
is gently screaming
the devil cocoon
since when,its stole
or forfeit for a price
to the path of glory
and pain
pain
the last treasure left on earth
the only feelings i feels
the hidden manuscript behind it
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