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Subconscious torments
Demons circle around me,
bringing offerings for my soul.
Harmonic tongues they speak in,
trying to push me towards a hole.
Tempting me with immortality,
I give into their ways.
Not knowing what their made of,
I fall into their daze.
Black air swarms my body,
taking me far from earth.
Have one breath, and you can test,
This beautifully demented curse.
bringing offerings for my soul.
Harmonic tongues they speak in,
trying to push me towards a hole.
Tempting me with immortality,
I give into their ways.
Not knowing what their made of,
I fall into their daze.
Black air swarms my body,
taking me far from earth.
Have one breath, and you can test,
This beautifully demented curse.
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