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Traversing through,
wicked lands,
of executed souls,
I see outcast hearts,
dancing away the night,
as their voices cry,
to be guided away,
from this hollow land,
and unto a new home,
for they wish to depart,
to become forever free,
and unto rebirth,
But their sins remain,
as their wish remains an illusion
for they remain wandering the land of the dead,
for all eternity,
Their shrieks haunt the wasteland,
as the fog of cries engulf them,
for they would never reach their paradise,
as they wander the land of the dead forever,
My afterlife remains so far...
will my dream of paradise become true,
or am I destined to remain fallen forever?
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