The black dogs of hell protrude through the night.
Obviously disguised in darken transgressions.
Their raging shadows invade and relentlessly play.
My heart has been crucified and bled.
Lost in rushing waters being pulled by its current.
Searching for illusive dreams.
Falling into deep despair.
In the hardness of reasoning to understand why!
When will there be an enlightenment of my night.
When the battle of war is won.
Will I be standing or lying still in my graveyard?

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