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Dec 2017
In the night, the demons flee
Turned on the light, are they sacrificing me?
A smile, a shiver, corpses thrown in the river
Was it misfortune or good intent?
The demons stay, they are reluctant

The stars are shining, fire is burning,
The demons arise and the tables are turning
A demonic force awakens the mind
Of a thing which came from another kind

The last steep, running on time,
They'll show up when it is over nine
When I awaken,
Is the universe forsaken?
The tables are turning and the chances are taken.
Written by
Roel
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