lands of grief

created by the hand of man
from remeding my dead soul
the path of my presence.

that the end is near
nothing you are
nothing you will be
death like an open door
unbearable desperation.

doomed in the lands of grief
that somebody explained to me
don't play with me.

you try to get the goal
you undertake the road
you never abandon
that this cannot overcome.

performing tasks with his bare hands
shed the weakness and build a new memory
i will leave no stone unturned
lift his chin and save his grace.

written by tom needles

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