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What is the length of me
To have a foot in the grave and a mind in hell
With every less human The less I hate the world
That corroded burnt sinew are my heart strings
They play funeral Songs
Propaganda for suicides appeal
After following the moon
I curse its bringing of light
For I desire shadows born of
The purest fires of hell
Come creativity Come its damnation
Come destruction of the mind
In the name of my black hearts desires
A sick mans dream
After following the moon
I curse its bringing of light
For I desire shadows born of
The purest fires of hell
Hell
