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Long dream
10:23
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Is this a nightmare without end?
Trapped in this gallery of madness
I stand witness as this insanity unfurls
The fabrication of twisted thoughts that torture
The millennia, spent adrift
Severed from reality
Perpetuate, and permeate,
The eternal oneironaut
Phantasmagoric, lost in liminality
Transfiguration of mortal shell
The soul leaves the flesh
Woven to entangle, an eternity in the ethereal
This web of venomous phantasms
One in which I am the helpless prey
A hall of mirrors, distorted
So warped and deranged
Loss of perception ensues as dementia sets in
To lose this sense of being
Forever trapped in this baneful dream
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O rotten world – mirror I gaze into
Gazes into me, eyes filled with malignance
Twisted figures I see in you
Me
Soul wretched and vile
A sickening sight
I gaze into the world
Mirror of the souls
Mind shrouded by inhumanity
Soul in atrophy
So wretched and vile
Such sickening sight.
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Penance
07:04
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Behold! Stands, the sinner!
The filth, the vice; made flesh!
Transgression incarnate
What wretched being!
Repent in shame!
For there is no absolution
May you never be released
From damnation
May your sins be carved in your bones
Through agony you will be reminded
A lesson learned, the rod unspared
For a child so spoiled
A guilty conscience, as the bird
To feast on you for eternity
May you be riddled with guilt
A burden, never relieved
Feel as the penance courses (in you)
And drains you empty
Suffering as atonement
A punishment well deserved.
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Harken! Voice of the deprived
He who has naught but loss
Silent screams, void and hollow
He mourns for what once was
Forgotten, abandoned, forsaken - through and through
Abandoned, left to rot
Stripped of all, to the bones,
Feast for the vulturous worms
Consumed, reduced to nothing.
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5. |
The garden of suicide
09:24
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Breathe in
The scent of death
The blackened blood
In this haven for the tortured
They
Those who once were here
Whose bodies are one with the earth
Once devoid of life
Once devoid of will
Now released from the living world
Freed from the mundane
Unburdened
Linger in thin air, their misery
Now yours
One who came here
Deprived of hope
Give life
Leave this sorrow behind
In this garden of suicide
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