The Being of December*
Collects the forgotten deviants
In the depths of his dementia
Took my loved one
My icy embrace
is better than a lost path
and in me the refuge dawns
The abyss of your soul is my light
The abyss of your fears destroys us, my Angel
The crystals of his breath fill me have ousted
And time in you has frozen
How can we believe the illusion of a soul from
December? My Angel, what have you done?

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