Hatred, Father, I call to you.
Deception, Mother, I fall to you.
Corrupted innocense, Brother, I crawl to you.
Suedge is the air around me.
I only have the perfume of helplessness and
hopelessness to guide me, to you. For hope and help is what you sell.
Corrupted by those around me, and you take pity, though I commit the
same crime.
Only in death will I understand.
Only in death will I be freed.
Only in death will I smell sweet breezes.
Father, Mother, Brother, and me.
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