Within
It echoes from deep deep down.
An eerie sullen sound... reveberating all around.
The darkness from which it creeps,
Holds secrets no soul should seek.
It ehoes from deep deep down.
The caverns that house those twisted cries,
And shelters all the sweet sweet lies.
The abyss too shallow to keep unheard... all of Evil's bitter words.
It echoes from deep deep down.
That phantom who truly wears the crown,
Who dictates every thought and action
Who's thirst for woe lacks all but passion.
It echoes from deep deep down.
The darkest part of me...
That which cannot be exhumed,
Will continue to be entombed.
Locked away within, and kept without a key.
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