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Dependency

It seems to me that our minds lie
in the trap of darkness which we despise
We nurture madness yet fear its ends
and dream of life to find forgiveness for our sins
Driven by the mighty engine of fear
we destroy through consumption all we hold dear
Minds filled with mad offerings
dreams of death the only thing proffering
A promise of new premise
the supernatural release of our souls great blemish
Written by atkfrostyatk (Atkfrostyatk-Austin)
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