I must tremble to shake
Just thinking of the retired demon who once resided in my soul
Recollecting the only cure to my perpetual ache
I pined to feel so glad to go
I wish I could have found my old soul's retina
Because it's now in remission
As my sickness became a literal life nebula
Clearly, I performed a reality ridden demolition
Speak the words of the past
Altruistically, so your present may differ
So bloody sick and tired of being surpassed
As we all watched this once promising life almost wither
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