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39. Enchanted


                          Stand here and feel my wrath

                         Let my image drag your sorrows

                               My walk liquidating

                   My struts and glides confuse your thoughts

             Speech is alleviated, for my vocals murder your soul

                         Darkness is all you feel and see

                      For my eyes have conquered your iris

                         As your soul swims within them

                            There‟s no end to this life

                     A life of unrelenting toil and suffering




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