A suction through the groundIs pulling him downThe unbearable heatMelts his feetThe traps has gnawed throughThese minutes are untrueDeath is so nearCan it end this fearLimbs are dying outFar off the doctor shouts"Keep away from the bedLet him be soon he'll be dead!"Now he's drifting through a sharp scarlet lightFrom the exhausting day to a peaceful nightThis is the end of mess and complexityBeyond the fragmentic world and fatalityFloating as a falcons wing in a clear blue skyThe pleasure he's feeling now, it's the way to dieReleased from his flesh and bones, only lumps of creamClose to existence, it's just a dream?During the end...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...Breaking through...
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