Immortal
How many more painful times must I die?
Spear and katana piercing through my soul.
Though pained and drying tears I cannot cry.
From the start of time I have wished to fly,
Yet these wings of Icarus take its toll.
How many more painful times must I die?
Lower than low after wishing for high,
In burning flames I am but a charred coal.
Though pained and drying tears I cannot cry.
I’ve been through hell but for reward I’ll vie,
Shrouds of darkness swarm my mental state full.
How many more painful times must I die?
Infinite aching but I will still try,
An impending doom from walls of a hole.
Though pained and drying tears I cannot cry.
In life and in death I will never lie,
Through life and death I will be immortal.
How many more painful times must I die?
Though pained and drying tears I cannot cry.
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