Forgotten memory as the world
admires the end of life
at the end of the hidden man hides his face as the time we
to lie when he spit
my devil looks especially at the flame
I like a corpse in blaspheme shows madness transience
O pressing in on the dungeon spitcie reality!
is followed by despair as death-like man spell out
desperately looking for the iron reality of fear
after escaping my mortal daemon
strongly admires the sky somebody
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