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Storm in the sky, upon the astral plane beyond what known to the eye.

Birthed upon the chaos to be sent on a mission, internal collision of actions tooken place in a vision.

Not like the immoral incision, planted inside by the unholy mortician.

Rised from the dead, the bodies around bled, left to know the fury from which it shed.

Known of the force of darkness, imbue into the mind of an undead carcass.

Awake again what to worrie to miss, yet internal blitz to find out how to fix this.

Be whole again, lent a hand, unknown origin from where it once began.

You may ask what does all of this mean, or why am I talking like this so obscene.

Visions of internally missing my spline, ripped out and torn from my body clean.

Left to rott alone, visions of me having no way of knowing whats going on.

To not know what to do, wondering about what will come of you.

I am a chaos force, yet never perfect of course, trying to achieve my dreams hoping you never feel remorse.

Because it's killing me, wondering what am I'm worth in this life, I want to break free.

Torment of these evil deed by the people trying to kill me.

Let it be, storm awaken from infinity, break the dimensions of this world that is testing me.

Holding onto the only key, the one born from the dark star made for me.

Darkness made of purity, holding on to you through all of this uncertainty.

I soak up energy, feeling sometimes like a living epiphany, emotions of the world running through me, it's just insanity.

Lacking vanity because of the world, and what it has done to me.

I love you my queen, wishing for you to know this is what I really mean.

Reborn together beyond infinity, we have so much to do and so much to see.

I love you, that is how it will always be.

Trust me and you shall see.