Mother of all energy
the queen of deep sleep
a heart must not cease beating
or death it will yield
from life, they have cometh
to control what is real.
The death now confronteth,
all that you fear.
Your dreams are a haunting
your chaos so true
the knife plundgeth deeper
a quick end to you.
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