Guided by Phobos and Deimos
I circled inside your dark matter.
You gave me the empty void.
Malice Incarnate,
you took my sanctum.
Your sight fire-brethren.
You showed the terror,
you raised the tour in sin.
You breathed insanity,
I followed blinded by fear.
Bewildered I did fell.
Now, you're in the box of wood.
I am in an asylum.
Seems like
you, my Halo.
Surrounded by the radiant light
in an asylum I am.
You, my Halo
lay down with the worms.
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