Through the witch's maze

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Lend me your eyes and read this
"Thou shall not speak
For what must be done
Is what should've been"

What was there to be done?
All I could ask for,
All I'd dream of,
Was all gone.

I was the Achilles' heel,
I was the crack on the road
I was the black cat
I was the nail to the palms of the Lord

I am, and will ever be,
The right hand of Beelzebub,
The spawn of Satan,
The darkness among all that is bright

And with this, I'll end it here
Finding my way through the maze
Everything that I've hoped for
Will finally come to a stop.

Thank you.

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