To the Stars
new beginnings; old starts
Evanescence has two faces—but none can be seen.
Cast your spells. Do. I won't intervene.
Loosen your grip. Lose your head. Let it go.
I succumb. I suppose I am lost. I'm your
Prey. Every day. Down below. From above, our
Senescence predetermined, from the start.
Escalating, elevating to the stars.
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