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The sky has blessed us by revealing its obscure side From which the stars look upon us, begging to be taken away For we are the ones who already fell
Take a look beyond this mortal world Can you see what awaits thereon? Listen! Can you hear those voices call your name? Different words but they all
I close my eyes and your light is ignored I entomb my memories and your words are forlorn Subconscious walls imprison me no more The blade runs upon
Above the silvery shining surface of the water Beneath the breath of the cruelest breeze Through the foggy and untouchable blackness From the blackest
Peaceless is my grim existence I am my own shadow, your tormentor When the dark no longer slumbers I will take your thoughts into the weeping veil of
Each time I speak An angel falls beheaded from the heavens Each time my foot meets the soil The celestial fruits wither to dust I was the one to offer
Disentangeled by abominations Strenghtened in every aspect through confrontations Hiding oneself from the sarcastic faces of this universe A fallen
In a spectrum of darker fantasies I absorbed the myriad auras With delusions harnessed in twisted solace The planets stepped down in pure homage For
Hidden horrors strive from the inner mind And all life is altered to sadness Rapture is now the painted crime Images are enriched with madness I watched
One thousand different rooms full of pain One thousand rooms full of different pain There are no words to describe all the horror Which these thick stonewalls
Enter through the door hiding in your dreams Step forth and explore our domains with mesmerized eyes Lift your hands towards us and invoke us from the
I am many and we are one Seeketh I must and findeth we shall From the tunnels most abhorred I, the unclean, once crawled forth Dripping with fluids
With fear at heart you exhale your life and down, down, down you'll stride Each impulse you've indulged failure wears your ring born a slave to wealth
That which from chaos surfaced in chaos shall eventually drown buried in the same restless womb from whence it once crept out Be it the most majestic
Spokesmen of slavery, The earth is barren where you stand Knee-deep in the quicksand of inability Yet, respect is what you demand Save your quotes
Sensations of anguish swallow me whole anxiety drills its way to the marrow the quill I dip in the red ink impure to compose poetry by which they are
