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Occult

Follow me down
to the trail bound,
and through the darkness,
we find, the light,
and those who are silent, heartless,
and a land, so caught in night,
you will find me,
and smile with glee,
you will finally be,
one of us, so quietly turn,
and with us, burn.





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