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The River of Hate
In every time, there is a place,
To turn our back against the race,
Warm hearts turn cold with jaded eyes,
Spitting out their hated lies,
Cracked lips parting in the wind,
The great deceiver in the end,
Trumpets sound with blaring tones,
Under feet the worn earth groans,
Take a breath and shuddered sigh,
In the darkness tripping by,
The Gods have come to let me see,
Who is there to remember me?
No coins for me to pay my pass,
The boatman sails by me and laughs,
The river Styx flowing red,
The cold damp earth to be my bed,
Summerland a place of dreams,
It’s Tartarus for me it seems,
A taloned finger crooks to me,
At Hades’ feet I live to bleed.
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