It's simple
I miss you
And as you know, my disease has rendered me crippled
As the question lingers in your head, I am who?
You have become cold
Brought on by the winter's chill
I know you have experienced the epoch in which the Devil took a hold
And yet, now after released from evil, you continue to wish ill will
You now merely exist in my dappled dreams
And I am haunted by your delight and goodness
What exists on the outside isn't all it seems
I just wish I could live amongst your world of righteousness
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