Pandemonium
Constructed from dust we all fall once destruction has commence don’t you believe in dark and light when you fall asleep don’t you have those dark dreams the ones where you stare off into darkness and see demons, your staring at me, love and hate is what we live for I’m now your God of Pandemonium
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