Not a single day would pass
with melancholy surpassed
those poor souls oppressed
ruptures oh my god long suppressed.
Day and night along the line
lies the ferocious blight wine,
black witched dark spline
aimed at knocking human spine.
Deep into the creepy night
rummaging their senses upright
ruthlessness and madness on flight
brainwashed and coerced up for a fight.Not one certainly out of thin air
shall make them realize their original self,
only the super being of course
can nourish their souls
and steer their path to eternal peace.
Stun
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