Smiles smoothened
In the darkest part of soul
Where horrors and terrors do roll
I have been through this school
Tears I cried, a pool could fill
Yet you say this is a world of no rule
Respite still pays the mule
As nature judges the frail
Evil is bound to fail
Even lucifer had no gain
To nothing less thy plots run
As you've embraced the terrors league
Thy essence grows vague
Fool me no more
This is no Thomas moore
For I know what you are!
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