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The bitter end
You have journeyed a long way
You are weary yet want to play
Gazing deeply into an abyss
You cannot hear you cannot see
You feel around hopelessly
Lost since birth
Feeble young minds
Searching but never to find
Demonic mentality
Take this abnormality
Entombed within yourself
Succumbed to the catacombs
Wicked as it may seem
You pray to something without means
When the end is near we only see fear
Trapped like an animal
We begin to chew off our leg
The twilight of our demise
Magets infest, eating the rotten flesh
Wounded yet alive
Continue to wonder
Slowly your mind begins to ponder
How can this be our lives were made symmetrically
Conjoined together
to live a life of pleasure
Your vice
will not lead you to the land of Christ
Rejoicing your love for the night
You jump but know it is only your soul that takes flight
Your life will have no sympathy
Due to the webs that one weaves
Forever lost to the gloom
Your entity comes and goes
Trying to take hold
To feel again
To kill again
You grab onto innocent souls
They are young so always fold
Taking control for they are weak and slow
A means to an end
They did nothing to you
Yet they descend to their bitter end
You are weary yet want to play
Gazing deeply into an abyss
You cannot hear you cannot see
You feel around hopelessly
Lost since birth
Feeble young minds
Searching but never to find
Demonic mentality
Take this abnormality
Entombed within yourself
Succumbed to the catacombs
Wicked as it may seem
You pray to something without means
When the end is near we only see fear
Trapped like an animal
We begin to chew off our leg
The twilight of our demise
Magets infest, eating the rotten flesh
Wounded yet alive
Continue to wonder
Slowly your mind begins to ponder
How can this be our lives were made symmetrically
Conjoined together
to live a life of pleasure
Your vice
will not lead you to the land of Christ
Rejoicing your love for the night
You jump but know it is only your soul that takes flight
Your life will have no sympathy
Due to the webs that one weaves
Forever lost to the gloom
Your entity comes and goes
Trying to take hold
To feel again
To kill again
You grab onto innocent souls
They are young so always fold
Taking control for they are weak and slow
A means to an end
They did nothing to you
Yet they descend to their bitter end
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