Chronicles

From the deepest of my heart’s soul

To the loftiest of the heavenly sky

I shall call for justice from pain of old

And hereby of angel’s cry.

 

As that morning sun arousing

Be my witness of my mourning

Bring forth the life lost back

As I sacrifice mine’s luck.

 

And by this chronicle I could force

Be the follower of withold curse

Keep on breaking my whole cruise

One day a lot should play in reverse.

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