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The day is crushed, it blended with the night
There’s deathly chaos and the whirlpools surge.
The soul-destroyers force their way inside
Of living bodies, much like Demiurge.
A spirit-catcher, full of lies and guile,
He bought your liberty with gifts of vice and sin.
Your soul was fractured then, — and in the wild,
You had obtained your feral, beastly grin.
As Day continued moaning, you seemed pleased.
Hail utter darkness! Daylight is deceased!
PART III. Hell (12)

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