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Black
Miasma appers from the depth.
I invoke
The four elements under purpose of sulfur
The smell to rotten of the corpses than integrate
The ritual
Opened a dimension
Where abstract
Vermin roam.

You breathe poison, and what you once called existence,
Has mutated to the hermetic laws
Of
Emptiness

The mysteries are reveled
From the sinister path
Dimension are interlaced


The darkness
Is so dense
That It smells
Of rot.

The prophecys of the abyss
Offer the greeting to destruction
And engender the nihilistic
Delusions

Duality does not exist,
Intangible domain
Of the rotten
Graves.

That manipulate
Your mind.

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