Ghosts keep coming to me, I fear myself.
Hosts deep down cutting
through me, I could feel my inner self.
Blood took a part in the pain, oh, I screwed myself.
Flood shook me apart in the rain, no, I almost killed myself.
Level by level, I am being doomed to death.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, I am done with my breath.
Level by level, I am being doomed to death.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I became one with my last breath.
Very nice qution
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