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My mind is a home for sprites and spirits alike

Souls not of this earth, minds not of this star

A graveyard for aliens, the resting spot of Gods

A voice for the voiceless, their words on my lips

Now a demon’s taken hold and darkened their light

Clouding my voice and obscuring their words

Filling out my body with every sickly breath

Taking my voice as his own

I feel a slave in my own flesh

I feel their eyes peering through mine

I feel their hatred for what I love

I feel their fury at my persistence

Now the demon speaks and strangles my chords

Now the demon postures and corrupts my notes

My passions are drained from me

All I have left is the will to endure

The closer I draw the more its fury swells

An ocean of flames kissing my lungs

With every step I take the creature shadows me

Through my eyes it will see itself

Can you not hear—can you not see

Can you not feel what it’s doing

Can you not feel—can you not see

Can you not hear what it’s saying

Can you not hear—can you not feel

Can you not see how it’s glaring

I can not hear—I can not feel

I can not see my own freedom

Drained of all I had, emptied of my strength

I face the demon, infiltrate its soul

I pierce the demon’s mind and stride his landscape

Cresting a valley of flesh, approaching a sea

A sea of light, a sea of souls

Candles to the horizon

And each one a soul—a soul like mine

And each one a life—a life I must take

A million souls enthralled, a million souls I end

I weep into my hands as I sweep away their flames

I feel a burden fall away from me

The world grows dim and brighter still

For each life gone taken by the beast

I will welcome them in me