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There’s something when I lie

maybe sleeping that convey my

models from untouched opened book

steering above the dark waters

it’s a joking that infringe

and my dead look

While I’m cloaking my secrecy

this mysterious play vacancy

it’s hard to act myself

wrapped in the baited life

it stabs within like taken out knife

calling the truly lament grace

It’s going to start again

affront the doors of the worlds

trine strains supernaturally

steadfast this stoppage to inverse

entering ritual of dweller

upon the threshold of disdain

dimensions vortex makebelieve

aspiring but still underplay

The last leftovers of rality

have been melted into the

pulsating mass of horror

the swirl of flame has

taken away the place

reflection of madness

and malicious hollow

It’s going to stop this time

transform the body through the space

the midmost of perspectives

the changed reposes going to scape

fluttering my inner edification

with madmonsters neverending reign

encircling breed this insanity

enshrouded resounding empty name

Keeping up the nooks within

the normal worlds are vanishing

be face of passed disasters

this refulgence is illumination of

utter dark with false intention

incinerated like any house else