Look into my eyes, I swear
you will not find a spark of soul.
Hidden
In a crevice of the holy
But not beyond my sight.
Hide well,
Young one.
Or soon you will be
Unholy like me.
A Crevice of the Holy
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Look into my eyes, I swear
you will not find a spark of soul.
Hidden
In a crevice of the holy
But not beyond my sight.
Hide well,
Young one.
Or soon you will be
Unholy like me.