Pain,
Is pleasure for the broken.
Pain,
Is a gateway to sorrows.
Pain,
Binds you,
And blinds you.
Pain is better then death.
Pain,
Keeps us from the voices.
Pain keeps us from the walk with death.
Pain is the one an only thing,
That can hold us and won't leave us,
We know we can trust pain.
Because pain is all we broken,
Pieces have left.
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The Depths of the Heart
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