In a cold, lonely place, where enters night,
You stand alone and filled with fright.
You hear the snicker, a devil’s delight,
But, you’re truly not alone.
Why you’re here, you do not know
How you got here or how to go
And therefore you tremble on, just so,
Thinking of all you’ve done.
Please remember, there exists a line
Interwoven through epochs of...
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