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The Time Now has come to Accept your Doom
Pass through my Aether and Fade
I am Death, for what you pray
Upon your grasp, shatter away
Filled with pain, your Comfort's Fake
Now...
You...
Break...
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Coming as a Blessing
Fake Fucking Fulfillment
Yearning for the Glow
Never Achieved Through You
Comfort, a Home, Lies
Just Threats, Regrets
The Shadow Moves Freely
It Haunts My Mind; It Taunts my Mind
Suffer 'til you Die, where you Lie
Tortured for my Boredom
Existence is Tired
This is What I live for
Pressure, Constant Loom
No Escape from Impending Doom
This Will Kill Me...
*Wails of Fear and Searing Pain*
Rip, Tearing Pain
In a Time of Weakness
Existence being Pain, one Lashes Out in
Clueless, Enraged Blindness, Vampire
Hoping to Sap your Life Blood
The Spectre chants...
Fuck You, You Fake Fucking Figment (Away)
Leave my Fucking Mind...
...Now a Slow Death
Wicked Thoughts of Torture
Here I Lie... Crippled by....
Memories of Horror, Of my Mind
Predation of Someone Trusted
Monster Without
A Concern
For Who is to Fall... Forever...
Provocation...
Of...
The Shrieking...
Manifestation...
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Confusion
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Voices I Hear
Visions I See
Past, Present,
And Soon to Be
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I Think Not Why, But to Explain
I Must Indulge, Substance and Distortion
Never Pain, only This I Live in.
I Must Indulge Again
Like A Drug, Burn another Soul
As Mine Has
Any Time I do, I Experience it all again...
They Come Out
To the Fake Glow
They Bounce Off the Gleam
None the better, I Relate Well
They are Struck
As was I
They Come To
and Know Nothing but Flight
Away from Death...
One more second...
One more second...
One moire second...
I had Aid.
It has None
A soul in the world
Who would care...
Undeserving
Am
I.
Are We.
Are Beasts of the Earth.
Are Prey...
Are Fuel...
But just substance...
If none else....
Existence is a Whim
Nothingness in Timelessness waits.
Nothing cares. Nonexistence is the Last Breath...
Spit Back From the Void,
I do nothing but Kill and Indulge.
To Fill the Absence. And Translate
My Existence.
I Send You There...
To Nothing...
No Escape...
No Matter the Soul.
Eternally...
Instantaneous....
Nonexistence...
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