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Dead eyes leering

Tainted flesh grows weak

Born with poison

Rivers run black upon the skin

The cessation of becoming

Convergence of paradigm

You crate the progeny

Of suffering

Sorrow upon sorrow burdens

Darkness grows within your sight

Consciousness perplexed failing

Losing the life you have sowed

With death, a waste of life's screams

The world is a mote of dust

Reflect on one's self

And the secret of secrets will be revealed

Silence is as deep as eternity

In the abyss immorality is waiting

Faith within will bring the eternal sun

Creation will unfold to set you free