Forging Sympathy

A mass of breathing souls
 For times are desolate
 Passing judgement on my sentence
 As I perceive my dying day
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 Gime me a promise.
 The word I will never hear
 Sympathies forging, stalling in me
 I'm closing all the doors
 While my frown remians
 Until I reach my golden haven
 I'll let the sadness pass my way
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 Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
 My halo's fading with all the sin I deal
 Have I been banished, 'a fogery'
 Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
 And I'm waiting for my sweet hell
 You'll wait for 'your' hell, I wish you hell...
 In time the hate corrodes
 Our brains are desolate
 And this prison which we serve in
 Will be a witness to our pains
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 Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man