Torn out from my slumber
By a bolt that summoned rain
Black billows stunned the sky
Calm repose turned into pain
You locked me for three years
Then you took my tomorrow
You judged my love as immoral
And sentenced me to sorrow
Now I am back to my slumber
Back to faked composure
Dead soul in undead body
Waiting for coffin closure
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