The darkness of hell embowels the sight of happiness. The greatness of nations shall fall into indignation as my mind wraps around to oblivion. As these slits in my arms turn into canyons and niagra falls from these veins the wishes of many are being fulfilled. Étourner le sang.Complètez le sacrifice:spill the blood, complete the ritual. All shall dwell as this aura swells with lovely spite, with viscous passing, with lonely love. As life comes to close so makes room for birth. So makes room for growth. For as the impure dies the righteous gain happiness.

A poem i wrote: the release


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