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There are hideous creatures
Hidden in the night
Not at all frightening
To those with no sight
Beautiful eyes lurk with no soul
Tried feeling for heartbeat and it felt Artic cold
Lies fill the scarlet night
Ruining the crescent moon
The universe left, can't escape the wound
That we caused ourselves
As the universe is what we made it
We bent it so long, I guess we had to break it
Doomsday came upon us so don't pretend
You were a part of the monster that sent us to our end
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