I turn to God,
He laughed and turned me away,
I turned to the Devil, and He
said let's play.
For forty years I hid from the sun
and cavorted into the night.
This macabre of black magic won
over the righteous fight.
But one day, I became old
and
We have all entered a dark room Scared, fearless, and young Of what monsters we’ll exhume. How can I act normally insane? When death has t...
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