Voices

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Voices

You might hear all these dreadful voices.

They speak to you, the world with your stenches.

Covered ears, covered ears.

I don't want to see.

I don't want to hear.

The Torment

The Dread

The Degeneracy, F**K!

Oh, please make it stop.

Please make it stop.

Light shines, must he returned to flash the blight.

Eye's loose

The wind enters my lungs.

The grass grew long.

And the tree's slowly sung.

Fear no demon, for you are with me. 

Your rod and your staff they comfort me.

For this I shall stand tall

For this I will not fall