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Around, all around, the mourners gather.

My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my eyes.

It mutilates me, and darkly my

blood drips

to the fallen despairing leaves.

In numbness I cry out, Why?!

while Death's shadow laughs cruelly.

Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon cold eyes.

This is my salvation

ITT csinálhattok ti is trú dárk verset:D