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I can't believe it
Such agony
Unholy presence
In my dreams
You are the image of death for me
The beacon of my mortality
I can understand why my mind is plagued
By the reality that seems so bleak to me (To me)

I considered the practice
Of praying after each of my sins
That backwards way
Of thinking has left me haunted
And alone
Left to count my own prayers

(The benediction has left its mark on the bone
Can such a sorrowful story be told?
On the skin of vengeful perfection)
I write cursed words
The psalms
Of undead kings
Creating my own prophecies
To raise
The dead

By the blessings
Those text held sacred
Though gleefully
I'd kill to bring you back
And those motherfuckers
Will just be parts for the infernal rebirth

The ghost is watching
The fog is creeping
Her soul is searching
Though I'll keep grieving

Hatred keeps me invested
But I fear the sorrow is stronger
The Agony that pulls me under
Leaves my faith asunder
Drown in
Black ink
Of the damned

So I'll go hunting
Beyond heavy fog
That conceals the curse from me

The alluring godless promise
They keep shrouded within the deep
Encased in hardened agony
It gives release to
The miserable decay
My subterfuge

Where is the god
The self-proclaimed savior
When the pained, the damned, call for you
I weep and turn to the ink
To ease my suffering
In this maddening

I understand why my mind is plagued by reality
So I relive the process
Of praying after each of my sins
That backwards way
Of thinking left me haunted
Left to count my own prayers

Hatred keeps me invested
But I fear the sorrow is stronger
The Agony that pulls me under
Leaves my faith asunder

(The agony I feel pales to the weight of yours
Pained existence of the forlorn
Living but not with purpose
So I will return to the fog again)

I will return to the fog again

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