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A truly new invention,
Like nothing you have seen.
Born out of lust for blood,
And self inflicted misery.

It's digging through,
Our heads.
It sneaks up from behind,
If you're unaware.

Creating illusions,
For the self proclaimed sane.
You will never find the will to fight.

Upheaval of distinction,
Like never seen before.
Born out of greed for toys
Created to be shared.

Gluttonous freaks,
And mannequins.
Wandering streets.
Are you one of them?

Creating illusions,
For the self proclaimed sane.
You will never find will to fight.

Lost souls witter away.
Lost soul forgotten again.

The guide of the lost,
Thy ruler of the night.
Will bathe you in a void,
Until you learn to find
Light.

Lost Souls.
Lost Souls.
Lost Souls.
Lost Souls.

As your thousand petaled crown
Withers away
Locked in a golden cage,
Built by your own hands.
Lost.

Creating illusions,
For the self proclaimed sane.
You will never find will to fight.
Fight.

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