A collision of violent jagged stones of dead beach
and soft
I bid the body farewell
slumped down and cold history
a voice
From the land of loveless
Knowledge born of darkness
Mine forest burned
your self-extinction
suicide be thy name
horrors blind to the dove
shit on
Your flesh is relic, Your vessel obsolete
The zenith of reality's
Winds whip past the hull
screaming through
straight to your heart
the scent
Christ is lowered
needing thoughts to exist
A wicked time is at
Hovering just above blind earth
To join with her mist
SOme never
Sorrow rains down
Hatred reigns now
If Satan be mine only audince
So
Fear steals a voice
The price paid for dreaming
This is the
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