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The InfectionAs the infection pounds my chestThe Infection by ~G0D0FSHAD0WS
Again and again
Waiting for the sickness to spread
Worlds turn aside
Time has forced us to pale away
Into this shell
This hollow realm crumbles to dust
In vain they fall
Infectious jaws leaves marks on the skin
Forgotten is the law of pain
A flatter to call me dead
In my eyes I see havoc
For the dear disease to increase
Tell them who lost the of salvation
There is no life in misery
Tremble in fear for those too weak
To feal the pain is to die twice
The pain of deterioration
Empty your load inside my head, plague
Tears of blood cover my dreadfilled eyes
Time has to open up it's eyes
My terror, my pain and my sorrow
This is not a life
Give back the world that was taken away
Before my blood has dried

The QuestionAs the rider of the pale horse rode his roadThe Question by ~G0D0FSHAD0WS
A man came across it and faced him
The rider spoke to him
"What do you want my young man?"
And the man answered him this:
"I have traveled through countries, over seas and oceans.
I have searched through caves and forests.
I have asked men and women alike.
I have asked kings and simple beggars.
I have listened to the animals and traced every fotprint to find you."
"Why, my young man, have you searched for me?"
"I have all my life wanted to ask you this question."
"Then, my young man, your question will indeed be answered, for your long journey deserves a reward."
The man then began his question like this:
"My fellow men and women that lives in these lands,
many are my friend, some are my enemies,
but yet I care for them all.
However my question is not finished yet.
I have seen that though we seem to improve and increase the beauty in life we still crawling to our doom.
What is this that makes us to slowly suffocate?
What is this that brings

What's Left Of MePalms facing the groundWhat's Left Of Me by ~G0D0FSHAD0WS
Across my face passes fear
Thoughts of passing away
Denying an answer to myself
A field of hanging corpses
A sky filled with falling pages
A tower made of water
Inside of my head these visions lies
Here the remains of me cracks apart
How will I finally fade away?
The same corpse hanging all over the place
The paperfilled sky has only empty pages
The tower has nothing that keeps the water
And my mind dries of thoughts made of me
Here the remains of me cracks apart
How will I finally fade away?
Can I keep this in mind
Can I make this before I pass away
Can I tell apart the things I see
Can I be sure of that I am still here
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