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Back Slidden

Secret knowledge
Closed door concealments
Abominable pleasures
Knowing the virgin
Opening a system
And creating a fusion
Then, it ends with death.

I know things,
Through the strangest of means
I covet knowledge,
Through the shadiest methods
And I empower myself,
Through a spiritual frequency
I am born to rule the world
And I do it with a heaven scepter.

I was once the mentor,
Now… I am the charmer.
I once looked into hearts,
Now… I wink into eyes.
I once made their hearts strong,
But now….I make their spirit faint.
Same girls I tried to guide,
Now the same girls I try to ride.
Lord, save my backslidden soul.

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