The point of no return

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The amort man will never know.

He'll stay asunder like a doll.

To aphonic voices of the clocks,

in this endless paradox.

His dulcet soul, athirst for lies,

will keep his mind entertained.

The awful feeling in his chest;

a way for God to keep him sane.

To end this vile madness,

his sins must cease and burn.

Before he reaches dire sadness,

the crucial point of no return.

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