Monster I ran and hid To escape this greed If solace refuse to be my fortress I will plea abyss to let me In their midst For even death denies its gate Laughing at my suffering An end it refuses to bring I also ask heaven to spare me a wing But instead sent me a whirlwind To bring me back to that day When Im still sane.
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