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Between the breaks in the conflict of the soul,

Blackened fingers reach,

For essence and faith to feed,

To tear and scream in delight,

Ripping out your very sanity,

Disturbing,

Disgusting,



The flow of the deep red,

Falling from the heavens,

Blood and sweat mix in your mind,

Realizing the harsh truth,

Life is nothing but a failed intention,

You will embrace,

The end of all you strive to be,



The nightmares of your belief,

All the stabbing memories of past,

Engulfing your actions towards your downward spiral,

Feeling the bone crunching sound of death,

The reaper standing behind you,

Embedded scythe in your spine,



The tears of birth and ashes of death,

Rejuvenating the new,

Killing the old,

The darkness we thrive in,

To kiss the moon in sweet bliss,

In the form of the demons within our shells,



Shatter the sun,

Remake the stars,

The symbol burned into your forehead,

The mark of your grave,

Blistering and boiling in your own salive,

The chains the hold you down in hate,



Giving new life,

Taking the old,

Burning the damned,

Rejoicing in living,

Betraying the blessed,

Breathing the smoldering ashes of hell,



Running in your juice slicked dream,

The face of deciet you seek,

With red, bleeding lips,

Trespassing the seventh gate,

Hunting for your sweet desire,

A match made in hell,

Blessed by the leader of the underworld,



The Venus mantrap,

Gripping the throats of the innocent,

Condemning your life to a grave,

Liberating your heart,

Devouring your life,

To slay the men of dirty hands,

Evil misdeeds to spite thie fellow man,



Dismembered kin that lay in wait,

Revenge, the only motive to be justifiable,

To meet the gate keeper of hell,

To surely cleanse the world,

Of the filth written in blood,

Of ancient prophecies.