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A mental inner vortex,

as possessions through a wolf's eye.

Envisioning the eclipse,

no longer to be blinded by a sunrise.

In this final benediction,

confronted by mirage of imminent mortality.

Time's set to end the suffering, so follow.

I will cherish the secrecies of hearts!

Chased by the black shepherds,

behind curtains of night.

Been found as a tool in their seduction,

fatal haze.

An escape into abomination.

Perished to phasma,

a syndrome of another aeon.

Soul-obsequial inhesion!

Resurged in torrents,

of abysmal thoughts.

Lost in a helix, blackest might!

In stealth I do seek deliverance.

In phantasmagoria, vortex utopia.