Upon and angels siren song against the demon screaming.
A mind sits in the dark of silence pondering thinking dreaming.
As abstract thought consume the soul and visions cloud the head.
The affects of time take their tole and fill a heart with dread.
As the body begins to wither with age and the body starts to fade.
A battle for life will soon be waged an eternal bed be made.
Now you sleep a sleep without dreams and leave loved ones to mourn in pain.
But you are not gone or so it seems as the memory remains.
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