I listen to the whimpers
of the devils around me
I know they should be casted out
but right now I don't see any freind
beside me
I cast out my memories
as they slip into someones ears
let it bring him suffering
Finally I am heard
Let vioces of the dead
Come back to warm me
I know they should be casted out
but right now I don't see any freind
beside me.
Children of the Damned
Fathers of the Weak
Mothers of the Illness
Lay your sins on me.
Tell me why you cry?
Tell me your insanity?
I would like to cast you out.
But I do not know whats wrong with thy?
Come little Children
Don't be scared
Your not the only ones
Troubled by this sadden song I have sung
Don't you pray for me
or shun and make me weak
I would like to seek your help
But chances are it's hard to understand both you and me.
A stag rises to his feet and begins to walk away. Fog curls
around his hooves and soon his body covering up the scars that
have jeered him. Now, he will look at the sky and see that
the light it brings is not his enemy no more, but a great freind.
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Randomize, something I wrote some time ago.
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