The storm descends, a howling, bitter plea,
And darkness wraps a world that once was free.
I stumble, lost, upon this treacherous ground,
And hear a voice where solace can be found.
Not from above, where choirs used to ring,
But from below, a darkly tempting thing.
The Devil speaks, a promise in his tone,
Instant relief, a burden overthrown.
A heartbeat's pause,...
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