Emptiness compels you, like your God has failed you, and all the angels have died, the darkness compels you to die… And kill yourself… When the world has forgotten the purpose to exist, what was created has now reached a depressed state of being, and all is left lurking in the shadows, I kill myself for the dead offerings, in a filth of deliverance, I die…to be gone and forgotten… Pushing in the knife to my spine listening to fractured bone, Breaking as I stab deeper into my carcass, for my will to has ceased to continue. The zombies are at my door, I’d rather die than be eaten alive…

Emptiness compels you, like your God has failed you, and all the angels have died, the darkness compels you to die, and kill yourself. Failure to commit suicide, would be a tragedy, for the flesh eaters are near and smell my stench. Lurking in the shadows, a dead offering, as I scrum to the unholiness. Death. Pushing in the knife to my spine listening to fractured bone, breaking as I stab deeper into my carcass , for my will has ceased to continue. The zombies are at my door, I’d rather die than be eaten alive. Kill…. Kill… Kill… Kill yourself……..

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