The ghost whispers in the soild black night.
Filling my heart full of fright.
Yet giving me some uncanny delight.
I'm surrounded by things I don't understand.
Keeping the Haunted pleased, from thier demand.
Yet my once bright face turns wretched gray.
From the pain and hurt that stay every day.
Tonight I will start to fight.
I want to see the 'Oh so faithful' light.
Pain and hurt join in.
Creating anger into Wrath, a Seven Deadly Sin.
Hmm...I guess there is no way out.
And to this time I wanna shout! ! !
It's killing me love and pain.
With the Haunted's shame.
I guess now I will wait and rest in peace.
Now the laughter and joy will cease!
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