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Stand still suicide result,

The occult has lost its way,
Has gone astray,
Days left without mentioned sweet nothings,
To the sweetest being who has so willingly stayed
beneath our feet,
When and why did we separate from nature?
How could we?
And in who’s nature?
The strangest sorrow could be erased,
We have the power within us to stand for something
once again,
A pagan miracle waits,
Strap yourself in and lose all sense of what mankind
has become,
As for me,
I’m moving on. (I’m not standing still)

jABO