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As I watch the moon and sun switch its place,
I feel the unworldly presence of something vague.
I see a beast of the night, tearing its face.
Into my heart, it spilled its deadly plague.
It enveloped my insides, before I could realize.
I had no chance to fight it... I simply complied.
I put on an inviting and perfect disguise.
Thus, what was before, now had died.
The matter filled my stained blind eyes with thirst and lust.
The beast turned my emotions into a black mess of tar.
The demon showed me that no one, I could trust.
The entity marked my inner self with a permanent scar.
Left feeling miserable and at the verge of death.
Seeking salvation, I waited for a special sign.
When times were worst, I caught my breath.
I spotted him and knew, he would be all mine.
I was prepared, having it all planned out.
Make him fall in love with me, no matter what.
I would be successful, I had zero doubt.
Any obstacles, I would simply into pieces cut.
Everything that stood in my way, now, was gone.
Only leaving him and me to finally have some fun.
The seemingly never-ending war in me, I also won.
I satisfied the cravings of my dark inner spawn.
I made him addicted to me, as much as I was to him.
The beast in me had corrupted even his pure soul.
It all came to an end, as we sang our demon's hymn.
Therefore, ending ourselves and finishing our goal.
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