Following me as I make my way through this desolate place
A thousand faces displaced
Lust invades; Hate's invasive face rules this place
God has left & so will I
For to live a life bent on rebellion will lead us all to this desolate place
Full of sorrow, full of hate: though the world chooses to debauch
This is our lot, we choose our fate.
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