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By this unhinged craziness - I sing praises to dead rabbits.Embodied by the craven of sin, their whispers exist in me.No dawn can avert me, just leave me here in this forbidding place.All I want is this noesis to leave me on this crest of soaring
 These evil Nymphs, riseFrom enchanted waters, withA beauty echoedBy moonlight, they tease men, whilstDrifting, through death taint currents 
 She's shoved, under theseOld archways, while this Preist, whoSpeaks in Forgottentongue, banishes dark demons,From her newly blessed body
They say that I am haunted. They say I creep them out. They must have forgotten How I came about.   I was created by humans. I will live as long as they do. I am what you make me to be.
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