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For I have roamed too long in this kingdom of misery,
in this limbo enlightened by gleams of flesh,
at the core of passions too short,
of feeble fevers embraced by dead bellies.
For too long have I chosen the path of ichorous,
sinner-child corruptions.
Onanist without vigour, criminal without glory.

Light devours itself in streams of confusion and dazzling acausal fire.
A never ending fall from the heights of withering,
where flesh mocks murder for a taste of knowledge.
Brain vehicles like razor shaped cells align to unleash Time.
My corpse is born, shall we call it a body?
A soul metastasis grows as a non-Euclidian tumour,
a bag of faeces and guts purposely stuck to the flanks of eternity.

I would sell my soul to the Devil and crawl in the oceans of misery, I would leave this life behind and make myself bleed 'til death... to force the angels to take my carnal cell to where life ends... The unspoken and unseen, criminal behaviour, two stabs right in the heart, mutual homicide. A divine possession, a moment in madness, a revenge in chaos, a life in Hell... At last in Hell! This pain redeems inside, washes away all sins, mortifies the flesh and kills all hopes. This path of time is not to be walked, for what is dead is dead, for real and forever. What can be kept through death? See what you want to see, I won't reveal His tricks. Father of my perdition, herald of my redemption, torment of my damnation, light of my salvation... What is dead is dead...