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Demons

Demons Sad and suffering souls. Do you think they are happy creatures? Oh, no! The life in their hearts is so hard, cold, dark emptiness. Believe me this I am not a liar, I know them. They are ghosts, some of them are humans I am also a human being… in my body. I am looking for that. Mind is changed. Looking for the hidden being to live for the noblest, darkest life, so over life Unknown this life, you can not see our eyes, we are dead, that’s why we are alive Demons from the other side, others arriving from their lives, dead humans I am dead too, still live in a corpse, I am tired of this sarhogasphus, my skeleton I want to shed my life. To win. The life. The new. One. Forever. No more life Just life. A personal world that has not become physical. Independent dead life Better to live like this, the jail of humanity is cancer to a pure individual, poison’s life New life, spacious, endless, atmospheric. Demonic life is the gate into the sky That’s why we are suffering Our life is very heavy This is the test, the trial So many demons are poor Do you see? Can you see? People live on the periphery They are the dead living Their souls are so high Oh, loved demon hearts The role models Super spirits I follow them Oh Blessed All the Demon life

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