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I have awoken.
From the cold and moisty depths.
My glare sharper than thorns.
Piercing the eye of the beholder..
He who created this life of disdain..
He who created this life of disdain..

I entered the darkest of realms.
Through the passage within the lych-gate.
To accost and bring upon the eradication of shadows.
He who shall not be given a new face.

For he stole mine aeons ago.
The Epoch of my darkest reign.

I have retrieved my identity.
My psyche.. rejecting all abnormality.
He is nothing but a mere shadow.
Lurking within the crevice of his new hell.

My eyes no longer see and bleed black.
My blood flows a crimson tide.
And the force of his soul.
Runs weak in the mind of I.

My shadow is no longer present.
For he no longer sees the light of the day.
Or the moonlit beauty of the night.
He will never see the sun again.

(He will never see moonlit beauty of the night.
He will never see the sun again)

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