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Have you ever walked in the land of the Abyss?
I have. I’ve seen things there even the Reaper fears.
Have you ever gone down the other corridor, past life?
I have. I've been told I wandered there over month. I went from door to door. In those Rooms were things I can’t explain.
Those memories remain. Satan himself avoids that corridor. The wounds left by that Journey are colder than ice yet hotter than fire.
Have you ever walked in the land of the Abyss?
Well, I have! If you want to know more, wander on as my words keep pouring, and I’ll give You a glimpse.
It is a land that leaves you weary of life, weary of non-death, sicker than sick.
You wish for death far sooner than your time. You fear the light, and steer clear of your Shadow as well. Like Peter Pan, you are a lost boy and your shadow is gone.
But It’s not the light I am running from. It's what lives in the other shadows when the light Does come on, it's fear of your existence in the midst of nothing.
I came out, but I lost myself in that place. I lost my very core, my shadow playing back With me. I am still just trying to chase my shadow like Peter Pan in never-never land.
I have. I’ve seen things there even the Reaper fears.
Have you ever gone down the other corridor, past life?
I have. I've been told I wandered there over month. I went from door to door. In those Rooms were things I can’t explain.
Those memories remain. Satan himself avoids that corridor. The wounds left by that Journey are colder than ice yet hotter than fire.
Have you ever walked in the land of the Abyss?
Well, I have! If you want to know more, wander on as my words keep pouring, and I’ll give You a glimpse.
It is a land that leaves you weary of life, weary of non-death, sicker than sick.
You wish for death far sooner than your time. You fear the light, and steer clear of your Shadow as well. Like Peter Pan, you are a lost boy and your shadow is gone.
But It’s not the light I am running from. It's what lives in the other shadows when the light Does come on, it's fear of your existence in the midst of nothing.
I came out, but I lost myself in that place. I lost my very core, my shadow playing back With me. I am still just trying to chase my shadow like Peter Pan in never-never land.
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