Within hell, do demons love?
Or is their only passion hate?
Are pain and passion, love and hate all one?
United in spirit, in song
I believed in love once, free from hate from fear
Now I'm not so sure
There is darkness in sunlight
The moonlight makes the night bright
Nothing I have thought I saw, felt, heard or thought was real is
The dawn is not the beginning
It is the end
Of an uncertain destiny.
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