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At The Dark Side Of My Death.



A world of sinister visions around my soul

the abbysal darkness sinks me into eternal pain.

My soul burns in the flames of spectral darkness

back to me sad memories of the casket

shades dimension into an agony death

recalling sins and good acts of my life,

feeling them,suffering.

Life flashes resemble infinitly, after death

flesh spoils in the depth of the coffin

having to stand it’s damage and decay

by that attachment that feels the soul for flesh

roaming in the great illusion of return

reincarnate to suffer,

to feel the deep pain,punching my body

remember the peril between life and death,

physical grief about rigor mortis

stay of soul inside the cold body,

shrouding,funeral,last sparks of light before they

covered up my coffin

to hear the fall of soil over me,

to be eaten by necrophagus insects

nasty souls,waiting for me,

surrounding my body

waiting to carry me to hell.

Help me! I want to go back,and see the world just like before,

but a crepitant emanation of the purgatory

round me for me to see the vile reality

feel we are dead,limited by a sphere of nauseous darkness,

condemned to a disincarnated eternity amused to death,

until supreme god relief my soul torments,

and break trhu the dark load of my own karma

by all those mistakes of ignorance that were commited,

that just brought me the dark side of my own death,

just a casket in hell.