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My soul burns with thoughts of casting this lifetime into oblivion
as its swells with hatred filling lungs with the stench of decadent carcases
filling my sight with fields of despair and my ears with winds of scream and cries
But then I awake to this cancerous existence that leaves me ill and growing with an unbearable animosity
Diseased thoughts plague my entire being sending fleeting cancerous bile upon my subconscious drowning my sanity
and awaking my inner self , smiling upon agony as if it were sinful yet blissful sex
I have no heart
i no longer possess a conscience
I see no sincerity in me
Just a newly appointed king of a freezing hatred that decays all that crosses
Nothing remains but remnants of my former self and My inner being enveloped in hatred
Death is imminent
For that death is advent
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