Obsequiously i had to run
Lost my sanity in my heart inconsequently
Clouded by the ideal of becoming a necromancer , Everything is sorb
My virtuousness had to sojourn else where
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On your auxesis things change
Maybe I should sidestep everything
My dreams are a mere corona but prognostic dream coronary as they slowly unveil
The eclipse as I close my eyes duress my eyes to flutter
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