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Doubt clouds your eyes
It captivates your senses, weakens your body
All fears travel through your veins
Straight to your rotting heart
So many eyes staring at you
Flocks of hungry vultures
They have devoured all the best things
And what will remain of you is a rotting corpse
And with the corpse of ashes will mix with the earth
Immersed in loneliness
You pay the highest price for being innocent
Without memories of the past and plans for the future you
Doubt clouds your eyes
It captivates the senses, weakens the body
All fears travel through your veins
Straight to your rot heart
So many eyes staring at you
Flocks of hungry vultures
They devoured all the best