Book of Inquisition

And a feeling came,
And I knew pain.
Forgetful delights forgot the light
That we once knew.
The seams we believed in
Grew and grew.
Together our pain is in vain.
Alone, we are truly in delight.
Creating Destruction and Pain.



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-Travis

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