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A growing storm cloud of anguish
approaching from the ether, drenched in eternal pain.
The Mystics have shed light.
All that is now known is purely for suffering in life.
Stare off into the vacant abysmal nothingness.
And rip it from the calloused hide that is flesh;
to peel away the layers and render them to dust.
From some things we can't return
for they're distanced by this poison.
Burn it from mind. Bury all life.
A growing storm cloud of anguish
approaching from the ether, drenched in eternal pain.
The Mystics have shed light.
All that is now known is purely for suffering in life.
And rip it from the calloused hide that is flesh;
to peel away the layers and render them to dust.
Burn it from mind. Bury all life.
Cast it away.
The moments before encountering our loneliest ghosts:
hollow the core,
embrace the void,
fuse with eternal moments of life.
We are forced to let light go.

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