Demon

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It's just fair.
Maybe it's fair?
No, it's not fair...
I don't know why
It has to be like this
Take it away
From the depth of my mind
The sprout of doubt
Unto myself
As well as to thee
Don't let it bloom
To a towering tree
Fire! Fire!! Fire!!!
Incinerate them
With burning desire
A passion so hot
It scalded the heart
Which is the truth
Where is the lie?
Confuse the soul
Imagine possibilities
If things ever happen
Would you ever return
To what you once
The same old belief
Or would you cripple yourself
In heart-wrenching despair...

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