Her arch smile just left her lips as the wind concer to started to play
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The gambol around started at first but came to feel soothing after a while
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Like morphia, the ranting drags her into a world of unknown evils
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And seafens her mind for grief and nausea
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Dismembered minds turned into clandestine seas of grief
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The occurence of evil set to sanctify love as terminable life
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Calm, oblivious words distorted to phrases of evil mankind
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Faces, traces, monotonous phrases, stagnation is a movement in me
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Come with me, kneel in the dance of mischief
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Blaspheme, bow for the ruler of grief
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Leaves hanging down from the tree sorrow, shadowing thoughts, diminishing sight
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Ecclesiastical speech rapped in velvet clothing, prowess is preaching
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Deathening rhymes, sounding, sending away
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The stars are silent listeners, they come out at night they say
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Lay down for an endless decay
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The Enchanting Dance Of Mischief
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| Non Serviam |
