"Seldom does the devil lay dead by the gate"

- The Wakefield Master

Harbor the obscure
And grant it a name
No hope to undo
No hope to repair

The spoken words repeating
Loud and oscillating
Ramifying bliss into my head
Left to kill
Set to die
Left in vain in the dark to try

Blistered from deafness
From taming the lame
Speaking of fortunes
They can never gain
But try...

The spoken words repeating
Loud and oscillating
Ramifying bliss into my head
Left to kill
Set to die
Left in vain in the dark to try

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