Fumes surround me
Worms cum in filth
I don't belong
But I am trapped
And locked...
Parasitic thoughts
Pollute my mind
Hollow words of emptiness
Corrupt my soul
(corrupt) My self...
But I know I get closer
To that light I've always seen
I urge to burn as the Sun
I still have to hold on
O, Proxima Thule...
Past a life in the gutter gazing at the stars
No surrender
No rest against the sly
Let me feel the heat
Let me burn in ecstasy
As the armies of mediocrity
Cheerfully march to the slaughter
A new saviour is rising
From within the fires of doom
None is to be redeemed
For a new race is to triumph
I can feel absolution
It's near
Dementia
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