[after all these years, disappointment emptiness and lack of purpose Everything I am, everything Ive learned I would trade it all for a life worth living the choir of angels makes me sleep but when I wake up, I return to the abyss the candle light is going out the tip of the pentagram did not close Can you really help me? What do you have to offer? the taste of wine, the fresh wind all the time I wasted living in a dungeon I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good]
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