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The pulse of an echo
Reading the symbols, a strange language
Whispers and coincidences I misunderstood as misfortune
I connected and regressed to that time of deception
And found a sentence that braught me to sense
I think the devil is real and these ghosts are for real
He's afrer me, to fool me a deal
Theres an itch in his head, planing ahead
I think he wants me dead
Whispers and coincidences I misunderstood as misfortune
I connected and regressed to that time of deception
And found a sentence that braught me to sense
I think the devil is real and these ghosts are for real
He's afrer me, to fool me a deal
Theres an itch in his head, planing ahead
I think he wants me dead
Published 4th Jun 2023
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