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From The Chronicles of Death "Damnation" In nightmares of damnation I've been sinking pretty low. They better send resuscitation before I have to go. There's no window in creation nothing more I can demand. I'm a real life incarnation, don't expect you'll understand. I've been to Hell and back again seen the Devil's gates in flames. There's no one left to tell but then, there's no one left to blame. There is no more salvation and no one seems to know? why we live in this stagnation, emotions dragged in tow. I have a midnight mistress, she's my darkest lady fair. She understands my madness with sullen eyes and Raven hair. In Lady Midnight's cold dead eyes reflections never stay, she fills my head with empty lies Says, "Join me where I lay." Let daylight fade and grieve the day blackest night come in and jest, let Lady Midnight have her way and "Damnation" have the rest.
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