Our subconscious, it wasn’t really a decision, it’s just where we happen to stand, the cookie crumbled, we are but men, and we have no choice, we must defend ourselves, fight for the side we fell on, sometimes it’s in the dirt, sometimes it’s in the swamp, as above so below, in the heavens above, up so high, is also, a shadow of ourselves, deep below, some are so close, the demons that we're made of echoes, blood flows through our veins, and we can’t escape, the characters we're doomed to play, the devil’s daughter, my baby, so much love and so sweet, I crave it desperately, to defile your life.

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