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A Soul for the Taking - text

In the blackened marshlands,
Where most men fear to go,
Is where it dwells.
There, in it's hollow,
Slick and dripped with slime, it waits,
Yet another soul for its taking.

If you Wish to know me,
You'll find you know me well,
Deep in your mind.
I am your lust and hatred,
The things you try to hide inside,
Here I linger foul and unholy.

All your life you've toiled,
As a silenced man of manners meek and mild.
This is now your time,
To uncage the rampant beast you've kept inside.

Time brings forth the end.
Men's greed his friend.
Here come take my hand,
Why stay a man?

I will never give in to,
Your foul depravity!
Your life is nothing but chaos,
Without plans or sanity.
Now I shall leave you here to wallow,
In vulgar impurity.
I return to a human life,
Free from your beast-like pugnacity.

Time brings forth the end.
Men's greed his friend.
Here come take my hand,
Why stay a man?

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