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What are you waiting for?
In the dark of night I pull back in fright;
for Angels and Demon's battle within my mind.
The dance of death does cause me to take flight;
and yet their beauty does make me stand trasfixed in time.
In the dark of night I run to my mothers breast;
I scream insanity and chaos are dwelling in my soul.
Am I mad my mother dear or would I die perplexed?
She looks down with souless orbs and looks the fool.
In the dark of night I die this morn with Angels and Demons;
they cloak my madness in their wings and carry me.
What awaits me I ask with my Deamon?
Your soul my child will set you free.
