Birth to this emptiness, conception in lovelessness
Spiritless hands show no caress
There was no embrace from tear-stained faces
Environment bottomless compassion was motionless
Weary eyes will only see the depths of captivity
Here in this perpetual misery
Hate's piercing sound disfigures the soul
In the stream of my tears, I lay in their mold
Do you got any love in your heart?
Unfeeling, unfeeling, unfeeling
I touched my innermost self with i
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