As I call upon the four corners of the regicide
I influx forward towards this provoked channel
That guides me to a half
A halt that tangles one deep away from their true self

Reaping in confusion
No disposition
Clenching with rotten hands
To my own sorrowful damaged being
Lead to believe your lies, alas

As I walk in this cold snap of fear
I gambled a look over our unity
A slow stemming realization was always there
I stopped for a moment
And I shook repeatedly

Consumption stands in a glass
Mark my words I will stand and last
You will always break what you begin
Heartless soul who kisses akin

Lead by the heartless
Our acts are callous
An ugly being capable of foreseeing
The dregs and feelings of those well being
Hail to the night, the darkness pleases
And imprisons me

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