Battle of Good and Evil
Night comes on as I stand alone!Voices torture me I can not set myself free!Still I do
not hide never does my gardain leave my side!In a world of chaos I love not hate
this spirital battle is my faith!As night runs late I do contimplate!Oh great spirit way
up high,bless me show me the way,for their evils they must pay!
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