Volume I
I had lost my purpose,
Wandering aimlessly without a soul.
My eyes were dark—devoid of emotion,
Worse than hollow—cursed being.
Thoughts crumbled within my mind.
What's faith when hope has left you?
What is light if shadows consume it?
What is love if it drowns in despair?
What is truth if lies comfort the heart?
What is freedom if I am my own chains?
A strange voice whispered in my mind:
"Come, and you shall be rescued.
Your emotions—you need not worry."
A Baphomet.
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Volume II
A glimmer of hope shone upon me.
Finally… even if it were hell,
Would my pain go away?
A second thought?—No, I accepted.
Now my thoughts manipulate me,
I have no control.
I thought I had lost my soul—no, I hadn't.
But now it is truly gone.
Emotions? — vanished.
Happiness? — erased.
Peace? — shattered.
Faith? — betrayed.
Love? — corrupted.
Hope? — consumed.
Dreams? — broken.
What have I done-the last breathe of who I was
"Anima vestra…" he whispered.