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I was born with a black heart and tongues of fire to burn you alive
Because the purest light could only be born in exquisite darkness

Of death, I've wished upon many
I've uttered the names
And only total annihilation could
Erase all the suffering of the world
Yet I feel nothing

Within haunted chambers
I lay dormant
With fingers, pale and cold
One breath closer to absolution

And death will bring her home
To disintegrate
And death will bring her home
Forever

The only closure as lungs collapse
The closing walls of my rapture
This hell I call my home

I lay cold
And I can still see that sickening face I once held
In the freeze growing over my heart
I feigned remorse

The torment in my soul

I purged my empty fabled sorrow
With hand in hand encased
And death, the only seed you'd sown

My wrists were bare
As I buried you below this baron soil, choking further

This malice I've endured
Projections of my putrid soul
Now I lay cold

What am I
What have I become

Your presence has no tone here
For I forbade life
Hold no meaning in retrospect

Take apart my withered soul
And grind my body to dust

Flowing blindly through this life
Fingers ground to bone
Sawed down through the walls of oppression

What was once a euphoria has diminished
As my reigns are drawn tight by the mighty hand
Virtue is but a dwindling candle in the wind you shall forever blow

Lashed down to my final drop of life
Towing the beast birthing misery and woe
The egress bound shut drifts further out of reach

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I will bring her ashes to the brimstone, to rest, to waste no more
To grow the seed of a fruitful world

And I've cleansed all traces of human failure
The hunted, once hunters, hungry for armageddon

With claws, I spawned from sacred embers
And now on tattered wings I soar above the smouldering bodies

No human life will go unpunished
For every debt must be fulfilled
In nauseous suffering
A song of footsteps and cracking bones

I've tasted flesh with no sign of mercy
The fires I've bestowed in my savage glory

The scent of wretched death in mourning

The fickle scourge of silence
Damnation, they promised to our ear and break it to our hope

You are now, the ashes beneath my feet
Buried in my dream that I cannot escape

I've warmed us a seat in hell, of molten lava
My rodent peers, tears, fears, consigned to oblivion

Mother, you silenced the voice of hope
For I was born with hands around my throat
And I purge myself at the thought every time
I gnawed at rope and swallowed twine

Maternal hands that drowned me slow
Summoned monsters from below
And I buried you, in a shallow grave among the rest
A faded heartbeat in your chest

Claustrophobic.
It's a sense of darkness that I'm familiar with
Not so much in a sense of comfort, just simply envelopment.
Swallowed by it.
It's like staring into a black hole this formless, unending abyss but it goes beyond dread, it becomes an empty acceptance, a dark surrender.

Beyond the surface I'm dragged down into airless oblivion
Begging to be awash of violence
Dream ether in silence

Erode the senseless comfort
Drowned in abyssal reckoning

In my final act of putrid glory I abandon the chains of good and evil
For I have journeyed deep into the human psyche
And withstood misery untold to man
Will I return to an empty world? Have I become God?
If god is the face of vengeance and suffering? then yes.

In the art of pain and torture
I've claimed a throne
The sickening life I've swallowed
The dormant life I called, my own
I choked, I choked, I swallowed

A heroin-laced meal ticket, steering me
To drag hope off their perch and smother it in failure

Exterminate
My crippled children

O sancta simplicitas
O hail holy death

My crippled children, sun and moon
Will realign under blood red skies

In the valley of death and hopeless mourning
Their feeble cries now obsolete

A distant illusion of shadow scourge
A birch, buried, in oblivion