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"Ghost in the Machine"
"Spectre"
A breath, a life, a rattling sigh
"Gast" calls itself a soul
A lantern, a wisp, a "child of night"
The voice of a distant toll
It traverses the Earth, Blackforest, Ardennes
And becomes "phantasma" and "widmo" therein
Searching and wandering, a cry at the moon
Before Atonement could even begin
Children whisper of "revevant"
And pray they never will
"Skinan" holds its dying core
And fluttering edges still
The world shan't hold the "manes" dear
But calls them yet a dream
They gouge their eyes and exorcise
The "Ghost in the Machine"
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