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For strangers know not what I hide.
The foulest songs and vault of lies.
Chaos hate, fear and madness blend.
Spawn of nightmarescapes, a beast of raging dark.
If I lose or trust again, the prison breaks.
My tiny voice lost in the legion swarms.
Breathe the pain, the severed minds.
Despondent feasts of sin and perverse rites.
Unholy barbs ache to rend your flesh.
Psychotic torture soul, body of mutilated emotions.
Your shadows and blackness it craves.
Reflect the horrors of it's culling dreams.
Born of profane designs, intent upon your death cycle.
You know the demon is loose when this
I chant...."My world is suffering....so why should you not?"
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