Contagious Thinking
I conjure the dead
I conjure the weak
With my soul as they sleep
And the secret they were willing to keep
But evil had a price to reap
We contrasly get trapped think we have immortality
Until we have to face reality
It a sink portal
If we keep Think we're inmortal
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