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I dream only for a dark sky. I pray the ravens fly.
I feel it in my skin, the cold, crack and bitter.

I dream often of death, I pray only for peace.
Yes life, the divine gift of decay.

What a foul fucking place.
What a wretched fucking world.
This deformed cognition, diseased and rotten.

Atrophic and lifeless, corrosive and dead.
Catatonic and cathartic.
Now you listen to every word I say!

What a foul fucking place, what a wretched fucking world.
This deformed cognition, diseased and rotten.
The Gnashing of teeth, the Grinding of bone.
The hate flows freely, frustration binds my soul.

Hear My Words!

I offer no shelter, I am not a fucking slave.
I walk toward the great abyss
And the infinite obscurity becomes my grave!!!

Gnashing of teeth, grinding of bones.

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