Mind in decay… icy tendrils of fear…
Leaves whirling dervishly
No room here…
Life with me, hearts forsaken…
Your life no more,
How you were mistaken…
Psyche lost in endless suppression…
Aeons of shadows
Deep rooted repression…
New life returns, decay no more…
Echoes of sorrow
Spirits rise… free minds soar…
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