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Force of anger, Mordant senseless wrath. Manifold is the Terminus of oneself. Invocate ye lord of the Left-behinds. Preserve a seat for the weakened minds.
"Let me die", I cried as the curtain fell. and I stared in woe at the world before me. My weeping eyes could not bear to tell. or the shattered kingdom in ruins before me.
A bolt of blazing gold,. lifted from the horizon's edge. Another radiant dawn sends new hope,. avowed my hearty pledge. My yearning to be part. of nature's truthful solitude.
Defeat in spiritless action. Isolation - burn the greenwood. Order of the vertical path. Descendent. Crawl in the remnants of one thousand lies. Restaging.
Come death of dearling. The claws of the raven hold fast. Oh, enticed and starving. A lustful revenge to the last. . Unlight flood, the seeker's eye. Unlight flood, the seeker's eye.
Let no one be themselves. Turn of the century lies. Not within the others. Turn on the wretchful eye. . The blindness ends tonight. Shelter for the shattered.
Devoid of life. Far from the strengthening force. From which it feeds. The unbroken silence swear allegiance to thee. Behold the answers that darkness sets free.
Come and dance through my vanity's hall. Welcome to my exhibition. Ornaments fall. The fate of my art, condemned. . And the creative seed. That grows to the tune of the harvest song.
Silence in shivering solitude. Obligations pressure for all to bear. All the pitiful answers, the innocent lies. Can mere words fill. The emptiness from which I fed?.
Strange love dance, the dividing line. The dividing line. . We shall burn, we shall burn the earth. We shall burn, we shall burn our lives. . For the tallest tree shall battle most.
No one survives such an attack. And we all stood like monuments. Baring the nails in her back. . Still moving sinews. In a graceful impression of life.
For we're the outstretched fingers. That seize and hold the wind. . The strangeness of awakening. In an oh, so silent world. Breathlessly waiting for the first.
Insufficient facts make up for a frail foudation. Breeding the obscene for the opinion customized. Is the insight null and substance void upon these wheels.
It's all this reeking ego craves. The sun to never set. Why do threads of anger never linger?. Why does the ember turn to stone?. To where the longing goes.
You are all that matters. In my private demonology. Those who fear us now. The sons of wishes. The bastard child of dream. Enemies of hope. Let it be gone.
Wings of fire burn the night, night. Slumbering eyes their flares shall greet. Let the past cling on its futile self. And may the present rush for the future's glare.
The unsaid tone of weak despair fail to resonate. Frayed end of our binding threads will disintegrate. Now by the laws our physique state. Failure to communicate, none to sentient.
Give me the drink of the fluid. That disintegrates. And lend me the sweet balm and blessing. Of forgetfulness, empty and strong. Lethe, Lethe. . Hold me near, unravel the stars.
Gently hold our heads. Gently hold our heads on high. . Aimless time in fear now hide. Overthrow the plan. Confusion lies in all my words. Mad is the soul.