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Untold Demons
Untold are the secrets I hold
When life is not made of gold
there are blood and bones;
there are demons and darkness
For without you I may not survive
For these untold stories are clawing inside
I was to tell you—
but intentions mean nothing in a world of action
Untold are the stories of demon
Waiting for a chance to kill without treason
To tell them you must see with the soul and not the eye
because to dance with beasts you must penetrate their disguise
In these untold stories darkness hides in many forms
For you are the one to strip the disguise
that hides from sight of the eye
