We dance

As I drunken in my floor listening to the demons snore I look back to see myself to my surprise is nothing left a big black hole of Twisted Soul laughing at Insanity this time he will do it right this time he will not fight then I ask why why should a demon cry Damon says only when I look towards the sky because all I've seen is whips and chains and Broken Dreams people dancing as a devil screams

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