Vastness of sorrow, relentless hatred,
Transparence of darkness exceeds the borders of exasperation
My essence is consumed by nothingness
The comprehension of suffering
Transcends the gates of torment
Clarity of agony grants a perverse and dismal beauty to existence
Death is the final return to silence
And only satisfied by visions of blood
Wherever the grim hand of death leads me to
Scars of my mind make me tremble
And bitter is my journey to my final twilight
Now my rotting shelter is just a memory
Of a world i already left
Now we are one
This world is not for me

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