Never let the past ghost's shaddowhunt your future's inborn rise,
Chase away the humping sorrow
that foretells your end's demise.
It will plant the seeds of doubt
in your ever weaker heart
You will find yourself ensnared,
shattered soul, broken apart...
Let the wriggle of absorption
lead away your eerie hope,
From the cup of striving potion
take a sip and just elope.
Cast aside the futile sense ward
that will keep away the shiver
Love can be your only soul guard,
step right in, enjoy the fever...
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