Protect me O satan,
I am a impure mortal man;
en captured in the tiny capsule of goodness,
there is so much of brightness oh I cannot harness
I can not
my survivor, you cannot leave me in such pain,
the god pricks my heart, making empathy flow in my vein,
my rock cannot melt
it cannot
I can't bear any more feelings to be felt
oh my emotions,
goodness in those evil potions
my darkness is reducing its portions
oh satan,
protect me from goodness.

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