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Of demons, of gods, built human by human.
Of creatures, of mortals, built men amongst men.
In fetters of false values and delusive words.
A slave is the eye of saviors, that the mind creates.
Of beasts, hidden by visions. Controlled by a lie.
Left blind in a path to a world of destruction.
Fear in the eye led men to a beast of saviors.
Of demons, of gods. Of creatures, of mortals.
I want to teach men the sense of their existence.
And walk through the path of the blind.
And betray the minds consuming this life.
Create my own demons, create my own lies.
A new cycle commences, a new savior arrives.
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Cold filled lungs, death rips this chest.
Black like cancer, turns skin to stone.
A dark gloom filled sky.
Far is the reach of the sun.
Warmth of a light. Signs of a hope.
A dark gloom filled mind.
Damned alone, this plague is cursed.
A demon waits, beyond this tomb.
A dark gloom filled sky.
Thirty seven years left alone to rot.
Among this fourteenth century plague.
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The forms of a horrible creature.
Below the thunders, below the abysmal sea.
Far beneath the light, controlling the feasts.
A monster at large, a shadow of beasts.
There hath he lain to keep.
There hath he lain for ages, in un-invaded sleep.
Far into the sickly deep.
Once by man and angels to be seen.
Ten thousand leagues.
Nine hundred years, of fear.
In depth, the creature sleeps.
In depth, the faintest sunlights flee.
In roaring he shall rise, and on the surface die.
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