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[uber_muffin]

DROP
We have made contact,
I am neither alive nor dead
Awake nor asleep.
Something stirs inside my head
The devil's tricks
My conscience weeps
Neurotic sledgehammer at my core
The constant rapping on death's door

SLEEP
DREAM
I have made contact with something
It's grip is tightening
I can't keep fighting
SLEEP
DREAM
There will be an end to this
Upon the rise of the golden sphere
A new age will come