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In the depths of forgetting

He exists there, bound by his reality

His self - distrust that woke her up

He’s back on his way to kill

Stand infront of mirror

And speak out his name

Gasping for blood

You'll see him face to face.

Death of the innocent is horrible

Raping the unconscious

Is an act that unifies

She’s much in his thoghts.

She’s getting deeper into the secret

And she left to be eternal

Her self - distrust that woke her up

She’s back on her way to kill