Restless heart of suffering agony,
test this withered soul no more.
Fates laid hand upon my grave,
darkness beckons me home.
No rest or hope for the wicked be,
have I been so bad, I wonder.
Tell tale signs of life gone south,
rotting within my own flesh.
Now the evermore calls my name,
the dimension of eternities sleep.
Decay festers upon my bones,
wrapped carcass of a hollow shell.
Enveloped by death, a welcome shroud,
the hero of the grave returns home.
Finally peace can be mine again,
for life was such miserable sorrow......
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