She knew my fate in some funny way
holding on as I went that day
I bade her goodnight and left her,
my Faith, quivering like an ember
Left her, unto the night I went
Oh foggy forest where we met
upon this journey, cold and wet
I walked on sleepily in your trance
She knew my fate
I was birthed from the devilish trees
to what an Elect never sees
It spread to her, and them; a rash
my Faith jumped in, and sin did splash
I knew none would be the same, but
She knew my fate
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