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A Demonic Life

Nevermore the sun will shine.
No more time will groan by.
The sky is burned dark black.
The power in the air is back.
No more rain, no more wind.
We will pay for how we sinned.
Ignorance we pay for now.
We will find a way somehow.
Anticipate only, the way to survive.
For we found no way to hide.
Will this demonic life ever end?
Or to the hells will we be send.
For heaven’s gates will never bend.

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