Blessed are thy tears, that shed through this forsaken field. With the sound of thunders and lightning creeps, I hear the howling of loneliness and distress. Drenched in the emptiness and solitude I seek, showered by all the vanity of my heartfelt greed. Dear heavens standing here is a man with an empty soul, he reeks of sadness from his chaos. Bleed on him as he speaks nonsense, dear heavens will this man be able to save himself from drowning?
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