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I was trapped in a vision with a never ending fate. No one listening, no one knowing, no one deserving the temple saints. Lost with confusion, trapped in a dream, come on everyone listen to him. Hear the cries, see the blood, take from him the demonic tones. Glistening pale in moonlight beams, the soul has been given from inside of me. Take my heart and shred the veins, drip the last drop so I feel no pain. Now that I’m cleansed I travel within time, take me to the one who owns my pride. He hides in the darkness of blissful elements, consuming my morality with careless hands. No matter the victims, no matter the deaths, I will go to him until the end. My sweet soul master, the one by my side, two parts of one twisted in sight. Feel the grip of double edge swords thrusting inside to the entrails core. Blood so sweet covered upon lips, whispers of power controlling the mist. Murder forbidden and ritualistic prayers, sadistic lovers entwined in their own loving hell.