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Following, following;
come if you dare,
Don't be afraid, just alert,
Do what I ask, but you'd better beware,
Make up your mind or divert.
Secretly, secretly;
tell not a soul,
Neither a whisper nor scream,
Give me your everything, give me control,
This is for real, not a dream.
Perfectly,
perfectly, I'll have my way,
Promising things I can give,
If you believe me, you're more than a fool,
Nightmares are what you will live.
Blindness, such
blindness is what I perceive,
See not what I have in store,
Much you will give me, but nothing receive,
Rescue from God you'll implore.
Following,
following, down to the grave,
There you may think there's an end,
But if you follow me all the way down,
Forever in Hell you will spend.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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