The imagination of a misfit God/By: Haunted Lunacy

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Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend that im not here.
There's no God to hear my cries and no devil to catch my tears.

My skin crawls at the thought of the world outside.
Demons in the darkness inside my head give me a haunted place to hide.

I don't exist in my own world
I'm just the dream of a God thats been long dead.

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