Ghoul

I'd prefer to be dead, but life comes for all of us, whether angel or demon, doomed to dance, the music playing, is it day, or is there moonlight, on the surface, I'm a nice guy, but get to know me, and the idea would get dirty, the game echoes, and I fear, all the smells, the sounds, the bed creaking, behind closed doors, the ghosts and demons, who haunt this place, and all the places they've been, the reflection, that had to be created, because we looked into the abyss, we can’t escape our prison, or the terrible karma that haunts us, but we can certainly live in sin.

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Apple Tree

It’s the time of the season, march to your death, heaven and hell awaits, the night sky, flowing through everything, just energy, flowing through you, flowing through me, is it you or me, damn, I'm starting to smell things, it’s not good, for my health, I smell the harvest, but I prefer to be dead.