My rhymes are not mine
they are cursed by a dark soul

which lives inside me every time
play with me and controls 

The darkness Blinds me in the morning
and hollows me in the night 

drives me to the death
and gives me evil flight 

Living and dying every time
and fighting with the dark soul 

but its to late as the
dark soul has held me

and now its eternal 
and darker then before 


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