I find myself in the same place as before/ kindness died an hour ago/ and hell is seeping through the floor/ with gnashing of teeth and brimstone/ putrid souls defiled/ hate bleeding through an open wound/ given by apostles tombs/ These books/ these times/ these trials/ are more than my burdened back can bare/ It's so much worse than i thought it would be/ but a gather my life and move on/ I tread my way from life to the grave just to find a hell just as bad as life/ I'm sick of fate and agony/ and all that makes up this world/ but instead of dying in a corner of my own blood/ I'll destroy the powers that put me here/ Many men have fallen this far/ but few have had the will to declare war

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