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My Demonic Figures

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In my world where emptiness lies
and nothing but hate controls my mind.

My mountains, too steep to conquer
I'm trapped inside myself.

Torn apart by my demonic figures.
Images projected through my veins
a masquerade of chaos
revealed the secrets of my mind.

A fearsome quest, the bitter truth
left alone I got no soul.

As long as there is life there is pain
I'm damned to breathe and to be insane.
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