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Seconds Ticking
Endlessly I
Can…not…stop…this
Desperately I beg for some more time
It falls on me, a crying shame
You’ve got to feel the burn, as fire sings
Demon free…a dying breed
You must have known that
I would miss the
Signs…trans-form-ing
If only I could sink impending deeds
Can’t you see this
Haunt you’re calling
Is re…lent…less
Who will save us when the whole world bleeds?
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