Forego all hope, the scope of life is a misanthrope.
To show all rope, the hang of strife is dope.

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You addict, who serves to suffer, the greatest pleasure be the absence.
You strict, who curves to avoid, the greatest measure be the void.

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Full of emptiness, louder than silence.
Full of peace, filled with violence.

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I am no better, nor am i worse.
I am just sadder, no reverse.
I am no lover, nor reverie.
I am just patter, nobody.

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I am the shadow, that has your darkness fullfilled.
My name is eternal, for i am guilt.