The End
As the dusk of each day comes to be
I feel my grip on reallity slipping more and more
The story of the great Julias Caligula may be my fate
Slowly dying as I loose grip on my empire that once stood proud
endlessly lying to my self, saying its over, saying its not real
waking up in realization I can't stand it anymore
everything that once was, burns down in temptation
my sanity, my furture, my life, will all seize to exist in the coming nights
and all I can do is sit back and watch my apocolypse unfold

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Shadowofsatan666
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"I don't want to be just another person, I want to be god."
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