Floating in vainlike trapped in emptinessamong the screaming onesthey belong
O most luscious cenobite,you wield your whipas though it were
Life is senselessit turns to greygreyis the colour of doubtdoubt
You're not emoting: one of us will have to dig
Late last night at rest with my mateI'm visited by
Oh what a gal!She seems such a perfect victim:This I
Out of focusNeed to get a gripSo you don't slipInto
She standsso high in front of meslave, servehumiliatedunder her highleading
Battle through withExpertise and strengthFriendly fire, napalmedBurning, blacken
Travelling through the veins of prior existanceOnly to realize you've
Sodom precise, burn the manA promise of scorchingWe hold a
Ungentle exhumationMust be thorough, remove it all Catalogue every part,
Slowly as my sister night comesWith her coil of shadow
On the graveyardof all dreamsin the placewhere hope has diedon
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