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I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm was taken away and my wings have been torn.
I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars, and I devoted all.
Why am I here? In this dark world and stagnant.
The pain of this wound irrational.
I constantly torture.
I continue to carve the concept of loss.
In these emotions that are going.
Continue to count all those questions.
To which I have been working during the repetition.
I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm was taken away and my wings have been torn.
I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars, and I devoted all.
Why I'm fighting in this world?.
Who is bent to the breaking point.
The throb of this nasty wound.
I constantly torture.
Continue to recognize the abandonment of these thoughts.
In phase necrosis.
Continue to count all those questions.
To which I have been working during the repetition.
I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My left arm was taken away and my wings have been torn.
I keep fighting against God in a dirty, cruel place.
My right arm is full of scars and I have devoted everything.