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At the Crossroads of heaven and hell
The sulfuric ashes awaken my smell
Torn between roads of destiny untold
Scars openly show the wars of my soul
I ask for a sign to awaken the spirits
For guidance, comfort, divine interference
The silence is deafening, no whispers from heaven
I fall to my knees and scream out my presence
Defeated, abandon, torched, alone
The only thing left is the pain that I hold
Blinded by hate, disappointed by life
With no other option, I pick up the knife
Held to the wrists that keep life in my hands
These same wrists I cut, bring it all to an end
Life releases its grip, no shame, no regrets
I fall into peace, I forgive to forget