I sit and wait for morning sun to make all I did undone But shame is all I can ever hope to see Death to me and all my kind for darkness is all I seem to find The secrets I had, now I shall forever keep
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Inconclusive
I sit and wait for morning sun to make all I did undone But shame is all I can ever hope to see Death to me and all my kind for darkness is all I seem to find The secrets I had, now I shall forever keep
The Priest
The priest is pained Every inch of his small, shrunken frame Cries out For release