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Tremble and shaken, the demon will awake
into the mind, so frail so weak
ponder and wonder of fear and belief
the insides of souls will become so bleak
damned or Devinne, your soul cannot find
a love that is true but as not fallen threw

Sicken and sad, now are the damned
so wicked and wrong, and live on and on
into the hole that destiny made
my evil has contain that which i have made

Spoken the broken timidly forged
our symbols embayed our fate that now lay