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Internal Infernal 2

I feel i must breathe out these flames, Wreathe it on a sword and fight out these things Cascading down these chambers of my mind Searching to refine everything searing on my mind Something to salve and clear the mind of mine that is blind You know your time when notes begin to rthymn Forming for you these visions that allow you to look through My eyes It grows with time until the blades edge is sharped and fine Unseal and reveal everything in with the hymns Storm the emotions while thunder cries

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