I water'd my sorrows
Until there were just filthy emptiness in me.
I scarred my pain
Until it was nothing but agony.
I saw my deathbed
And my coffin
I was supposed to be scared
But I saw chimneys;
Chimneys which would take my pain
And levitate it to a far unknown place.
The shepherd of New Orleans
Walked in an ancient way,
I still carry my Kaleidoscope
To see this world in a different way.
They say you live a hundred years
I've seen myself dying numerous times
They said till the breathe doesn't stop, we live.
But I've seen people yet dead everyday whilst they're breathing.
So, I ripped my skull off
Asked myself what's true and what's not
And just like a plantation of sorrows,
He answered nothing but life
Life, existing and death.
For its just few of us who truly live while others, just exist.
The Eagle of the cursed lands
Fell upon the deathbeds
The one who still breathe
But do not exist.
For they also, belong to the cursed lands.
For they also, are dead.
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