A glistening rain will not absolve
As your pride feeds the height of the fall
When the morning reaper cries at your door,
And feels your flesh compose no more,
when frigid hands tremble around your soul
A thief of memories in whole
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On a sea of sins you had set sail,
Corrupted vessel not planned for fail,
Caress a heart that beats for more,
With corpse exhausted and sore
Witness truth, for once you will die:
Destined to live under the Grey Sky.
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This is probably a poem.
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