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The Circling vultures

Await my demise

I wander aimlessly

With these cold dead eyes

The futures fires

Still ignite the past

So hold your tongue now

Pray it won’t last

Feeding the demons

Of death and despair

Closet of skeletons

Leaves a stench in the air

The bitter taste so rancid

Poisoning the soul

Bury my sacrificial heart

Six feet below

There is no longer the light

In a place such as this

When plunging headlong

Into the abyss

Lowered to the depths

Sinking to new levels

Immersed in agony

When Knee Deep in Devils

Knee Deep in Devils

Knee Deep in Devils

Knee Deep in Devils

Knee Deep in Devils