This demon is under my boot.

Strong enough to keep alive
I have tamed dissonance.
Spirit regression.
Pursued like property of a dream.

I offer no charity to that which seeks
this body, domain, with which is my soul.
This endowment of grace by nothing to become.

Life by a sword portends to nothing.
Gepettos Lament.
They call me the rapist.
Some say I am Satan.
I once was a tryhard demon.
I share no more secrets.

Can you cry?



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