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A mighty heart
A high volume of air Air that a life breathes All pushed in a second As if to blast the receptacle right inside the body of life And just at that moment Unable to break free A scream, A shrill cry As if to pull down the heavens As if to show them the hell
It is a cry of pain A pain of misery of life The thin walls of the stomach they are torn and scarred And the blood oozes out
This cry is not for pity This cry is not self-pity This cry is to let free This cry is to puke misery This cry is the misery of life
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