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Aug 2016
This world is watching close
Close to your very skin
So much into your eyes
A light very thin

With this doctrine
Do all these heads bow
You only peak up
Knowing you’re not allowed

This world is watching afar
In cities of grey
Waiting for your head
To sleep where you lay

And once the witch is free
And the crows are somber
You and your kind
Won’t exist much longer
Astral
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Astral  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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