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Dark paths leading us to darkness still

The lights from our locks blazing ahead

Like the wail of screeching insanity

Rituals incomprehensible by those abandoned to their own destruction

Tearing the roof off our only sanctuary

And even the most penitent will offer their throats for the final judgement

Soaring patterns with the greatest of which rip off our faces

Into blunted affect

We are larvae pulsating in cadence with the dying pulse, dying heart, dying soul...just dying