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As hands moves over your dusty thoughts

Purifying body

Clarifying the mind

It’s gray that controls all the masses

As sin hides behind shielded eyes

The Phantom releases it’s grip

Time to fly my little pet

Spread your wings high

Abound for the light

Torn between what’s real and what’s fantasy

Lesser demons opened the book

And broke the seal

To your heart

Pitch black deep in the recesses

Conjured by spirit

Hastened to put it to an end

Comfort calms the hooves of this stray beast

And a sight brought light into its soul

Rest my fear, in time you rein

In thoughts you’ll pay