Like a thunder into the storm
an innocent moment of clarity
was the day i was born
a crime against humanity.
Years came by, i had no choice
am i gonna rue the day?
When life drowned my voice
there was no need to pray.
One last sacrifice for farewell
is what i need the most
whether here or in hell
i won't feel any remorse.
This ain't to be humankind
full of scars in my hand
but, i guess, i'll be fine
whichever is the final land.
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