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Spawned in fire
Yet cold at heart.
Raised by demons
to paint the sky with blood
Abnormal anger
Towards the surroundings
No moral guidance
To suppress the beast within
A primal rage
Compelling aeon
Unleashing fury
Quenching the hunger
No conflicting thoughts
An ancestral legacy
No aeons of ritualised existence
Can truly tame
This path of Psyche
Cyclic nature of it all
Little did he know
of the horrors ahead
