Bored of seeing my life passes by (indifferently)
like a black shooting star
without a weak spark but dark itself
unperceived by the mortal souls
I was found by angels and demons
My will slumbers in possessed trance
in this soul of mine it moves
the dark and light of them
several states of mind inside
Alter ego meets mental illness
people of faith said: possessed!
who I am it's not me, they're many
six hundred and sixty six
seven hundred and seventy seven
~Wiccangel~ (Victoria III)©
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