it comes by itself through the hollow dark
searching for a victim's heart mingled in a ringled park
never full of himself he created his own deliberium
on a scale of the death he screams for a little beg
with it might he crawls a thousand night
again and again he stumbled and tears coming like fogs
he was reborn with a body to fond
as a soldier of fire he wonders without a fear
lust and dust fill the crust of brain
he faced the lace and set up his pace
another yet to lose he regain his nest
and charging far forward searcing the only face
everything that counts he has lost the pain
the lights revealed and the game has end
so he back again to the fire of vain
return of evil to his mount of doomed
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