Abominations in D Minor
The soul looms frigid
And the mind is chilled
With a thought of sinking doom
The eyes snap open in horror
As the scourge draws near
The bane lay deep within
And the torment unseen
The burdon is great
But my shoulders fold not
For I am of gods and of men
I am indominatable
I am eternal
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