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Demon Seed

This heartache

has woken

the quiet demon

from its slumber deep.

Its whispers

now,

a deafening,

howl.

Its voice,

a summons,

to rage,

madness,

destruction.

For a time

I was its slave,

but no more.

Not,

again.

The way out is through.

The way out is through.

Through a heart that bleeds oil.

Through a mind where terrors

tendrils, coil.

I have been here before.

I have been here before.

The way out is through.

The way out,

is through.

I am a slave,

no more.

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