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The dim-lit sun descends, in mourning light..
All the wishing stars are dissolving in sight..
Restless shadows engulfing my dreary night..
Demons and flames are ravaging in my head,
As I behold a haunting vision, of hell's gate..
Infernal flames eradicate the notions I create;
I can sense it; the saints are coming through..
All my sorrows, all my pain will soon subdue..
The heavens are clouding in sepulchral hues..
Dreams and desires are forever disillusioned..
Fallen; unable to hold on to my hallucination..
Eternally lost in a verge of uninvited illusions..
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