You, again, who are you? Who does this guy think he is? You don't look real. Desire locks on the door, fear rings out loud as a roar, despair that can't be ignored, rages will finish the war, joy washes under the shore, disgust of which I adore, prayers call from times of yore, fates we have yet to explore, pain that's all that's left in store, poverty beneath a boar, Lucifer settles the score, fortunes of which I have torn,

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