Addicted and wicked this sickness is.
And those who cherish this as their existence,
Parish…
Like a falling star losing light,
The Sun refuses to follow…
Or trace its path,
As it falls to be forgotten…
Into an eternity of darkness.
Swallowed in a cosmic hold!
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