of anger, of grief, of sin.
I feel my heart thunder,
for my blunder after blunder.
I feel the very earth quake,
because of my own mistake.
O' what does it matter?
problem, or heart shattered!
O' do they ever care?
or will I continue despair!
O' do the pillars shake,
under the menace of hate!
O' till the early are late,
and all men are mates,
Only then, I will
Release my eternal fate...
END
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