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O' Lord, Where To Go From Here ? Is There Far, is There Near ? Is There More "Said" to "Hear" ? || 1 ||In This Age the "Reason" is So Fake, And I'm Lost In This Body, This Birth Too Late ! || 2 ||No Masters, No Love, Nor Pure Dharm, As All is Lost in Games of Karm; || 3 ||I'm Trying To Remember, Your Divine Perfect Way, Though By My Senses, I'm Still Led Astray; || 4 ||It's Only Garbage on Muddy Ground, A Slimy Mess For Demon's Crowns; || 5 ||Withered Flowers and Shriveled Leaves, As Foul Scents of Tortured Cows Tinge The Breeze; || 6 |||Oh, Breath of Hell, That Fills My Lungs, Why To This Putrid End It's Come; || 7 ||Oh, Eternal Soul, Speck Beyond Time, May A Birth In Sva-Loka, Next Time You Find. || 8 || |