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The root of all light, cast down to oblivion

Tightens the noose, ritual abuse for mass perdition.

Where no light dwells, lurks flesh of rotting madness.

Extended halls inviting dismal cognition,

Throughts of self-flagellating lucidity,

Echoes towards the burning sun.

In struggle for self control,

All that can be seen,

Reflections of my floating tomb,

Of despair, disgrace, buried inside an oozing pit of sorrow.

Disfigured bodies drag me to the hall,

To the sun,

Towards my hell, my liberation,

My whole creation.