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Gazing at a silver screen,
I wonder not what am I waiting for?
Streaming?
Wait, wait,
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Drowned in surrounding

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"Heaven is where or when the Devil is losing everything at a Poker game,
Even Vice is laughing at him...pointing fingers.
And now he's walking alone in the street, completely broke & homeless
On the verge of collapsing to the Inevitable...

Even the Angels are looking down on him with pity...
Yet not a soul dares to help him, (the looser, the first One to have ever been cast aside.)
He's thinking about suicide.

Shadows are finally free to hover
The wintry landscape, apart from their mated-masters,
They seem serene has they dance childishly.
Has for my

Soul
It is floating over some grayish magenta,
Watching me losing conscience from a good distance

[Pilatus:] 'Father is it possible to grant forgiveness for a sinful action to be committed?'

([Father:] 'My son, you would have to question whether or not the said-sin is necessary.')

[Pilatus:]
'(Absolutely...) to wash away indecency, re-write who we are.
Weeding out societies weakest in attempts to cure.
The disease which we are fed, forcefully down our throats.

Of Me... Nobody Is Safe

I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
My desperation mirrors your future so bleak.
I'll reap vengeance upon the weak.
I'll gratify my action so to speak.
The massacre of hundreds of innocent humans echoes through me, like the chorus of a symphonic
orchestra.

1. Play Dead And I'll Play Along

I was sitting alone again,
(in a remote corner lit only by the frail dance of dying candles)
Drinking, of course, when Perdition the Elder sat down.

He had that weird smile upon his face
And that fiery look he has when he's about to initiate a somewhat unusual conversation;

Scorn Haven

...And I woke up in a blur and was tied up, hurt, adrenaline scorching inside, as it raced through
my veins.
I was coughing up blood, I must've looked like shit...
and the worst part was that I had no recollection whatsoever of what,
or who brought me here?
and why?

The sound of dripping rain beating a frail window,
enhancing the tick-tocking noise in my head.
Against the shivering glass, I cannot hear my own
sobbing anymore. That way, maybe I can learn to
forget and forgive myself?

I'm not interesting, I'm interested. [Boris Vian]

With a dissatisfying taste in my mouth, I swallow what's left of my pride, as I am fed my last meal.
Remember how I claimed to be less than a pious being?
You can now leave me father, no words could excuse me now.
Now words could excuse me now.
Each Iron bar holds a secret meaning, given during my time here.
Each Iron bar holds a different face, tarnished before my time here.
The once feared "man dressed in black", now a symbol of anticipation.
My only regret, not being able to ride my soul of these minacious voices.

It takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise.
A defect, no one'll ever see it coming.
I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance, orchestrated by the enemy.
It dwells deep, yet grows strong, within...
(Am I working against myself? well am I?)
Everything dreadful happening, imagine how I should feel,
When realizing that it was planned,
From a beginning that I don't even recall,

You're not important!
Being unique is a concept!

Yeah, it's you!

Who are investing way too much time,
Over the uselessness of the self
The guinea pig, nothing but another stupid loathful subject

The break of dawn brings forth, the tragic completion of rupture.
It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams.
Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut.
At night, cruel are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind.
As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity.
Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive then when I dream of you.
The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear.
My thoughts clouded with uncertainty.

He said "can't you understand that I don't have time for this today".
What goes in one ear goes out the other.
Everything he said rendered useless.
He yelled "Hey! What do you think you're doing man?"
To be quite honest, I couldn't care less what this creep thinks.
Hormone's powerfully controlling my every move.
What goes in one ear goes out the other.
Everything he said rendered useless.

Can you taste the sarcasm off my breath? Can you hear our frustration streaming through your ears? I've spent my whole life waiting for this moment, not to worry though; tonight's feeling like this might be the one. For I am the spark to light this flame, I'm the wind blowing your houses down. I'm the fear atrociously consumed, nightmares you cannot rid yourself of, until the end of days in pursuit of this. For I am the spark to light this flame, I'm the wind blowing your houses down. Can you see consequences to your actions? Can you smell our vindication in the air? What's that look you carry on your face signify? Not to worry though; tonight's feeling like this might be the one. I'm the fear atrociously consumed, nightmares you cannot rid yourself of. The sole purpose of my my existence. The sole purpose of my very existence, defined by the extremeness of which you felt so strong. Ramification shall be paid. I've been reconfigured, precisely crafted, moulded to perfection, in order to make every single moment of the remainder of your insignificant life a settlement of sorts, for the end always justifies the means.

Why complicate the reasons behind proceding failures lying within us?
Look beyond deceit, journey through the corridors of convoluted mazes of departure.
Knowing damn well that our previous encounters were merely known as stepping stones.
Onward to our inteded destiny.

Abolish all, all preconcieved, notions of our former selfs.

This time around