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The solitude of reclusion

Poisons every human perception

And takes the mind to the edge

If its self preservation

The mind builds its own cage

And leaves itself to rot

In a low vibrational vortex

Made to destroy any sign of reason...

Death is the only form of liberation

A gateway of blood and pain

To the final release

A final breath of the stench...

Death is the only form of liberation

And, in the shadows,

I await the final hour

To take what is mine...