Dementia

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She reads to me by the
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soft glow of candlelight,
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speaking of angels and demons
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Instilled at such an early age,
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with such fright, were these 
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divine gifts of reason
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I lie awake as her ghost
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it still walks through the halls,
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and moves all around me,
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Echoing warnings
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burned into me as a child,
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that the sinner will pay with his 
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life....

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Sheltered in filth,
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the windows they all bleed black,
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to hide such dementia
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Inside of my mind
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or the mind that I seem to lack,
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no one pays close attention.
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I lie awake and I think of the 
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simpler times,
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before insanity found me
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With a desire to unearth the dead 
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in the night,
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making me feel so alive

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And now a part of me feels complete,
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when I butcher these bodies
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Trophies of skin they fall at my 
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feet,
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all decaying and rotting
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Sick pleasures fulfilled to me 
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every time,
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I bring home a new slave
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Mother said lost souls should all 
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be saved,
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'cept from a madman and his empty 
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graves....

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Screams to me by the top of her 
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lungs in my dreams,
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like I'm no more than a devil
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As this hatred grows, I sorely 
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feel a need,
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that starts here with my shovel
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Prying open the lid I can still see
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 her face,
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etched in my eyes here forever
I'll take you to my depths, and 
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there I will desecrate,
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it's got to be now or be never.

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And now a part of me feels complete,
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when I butcher these bodies
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Trophies of skin they fall at my 
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feet,
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all decaying and rotting
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Sick pleasures fulfilled to me 
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every time,
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I bring home a new slave
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Mother said lost souls should all 
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be saved,
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'cept from a madman and his empty 
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graves....

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It's got to be now, now or never
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It's got to be now, now or never
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It's got to be now, now or never
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It's got to be now, now or never