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XIII: THE DEATH - My Silent Crying

Love and hate, hate and love
Perhaps, I'm really ignoring my inner voice
Perhaps, that insult is unpunished yet
And I can't stand the wrong without my revenge

My dark side is rising
And my kind-heart is overcome (without realizing it)
Pain is devouring my soul
Tears are imprisoned behind my face

But if you could see beyond it
You would gaze at bloody tears running on my heart

...

But I want you to see my suffering
So, hear my scream
My soul's weeping
Hear my tears
And behold my crying!