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Propositional to the fiend
A martyr to the plan, a future king and queen
Superficial beings heathen to the throne
Once I was born, Abaddon came alone
I have brought you there, hearing the voices isn't so bad
They live inside, don't make them mad
Hearing the voices of the dead
When you break away from all thresholds
When your (eyes, mind) awake (s) you let go of all
