It feels a lot different than usual
the cold winter air turns warm
too much light is let in, a lil brutal
raging riots of my sinister demons gone calm
I remember that essence
i know that aura
i feel thy presence
every evil's horror
It's too late to try to run
i feel your warmth breaking my icy skin
but what wrong have i done
aside my natural deeds of evil and sin
yhu stay on your terrain and i mine
while i lead'em vanities,yhu merry in your chimes
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