demons destroyed, a piece of flesh relives the mess employed
fiending for the reason why my heart's now null and void
determined to find the meaning in the scheming i'm annoyed with
the season of the witch is among us, her brew enshrines the pulpit
alas, i'm the culprit - and murder was the case
my soul escapes its vestige and it's gone without a trace
replaced by a metal fortress encased with evil deeds and mistrust
blood, sweat, and tears traced in rust
hush
this we must NEVER discuss.
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