Hypochondria

Guard of purgatory

Hear my cry

I pray for peace

In the blink of an eye

My demons they haunt me

And shackle me with shame

I do not desire

The games that they play

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The forest is vast

And filled with wood

My soul is nothing

But desire for good

Yet they taunt

And they tease

And say nothing but lies

And I am not fond

Of the reason why