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As I call upon the four corners of the regicide

I influx forward towards this provoked channel

That guides me to a half

A halt that tangles one deep away from their true self

Reaping in confusion

No disposition

Clenching with rotten hands

To my own sorrowful damaged being

Lead to believe your lies, alas

As I walk in this cold snap of fear

I gambled a look over our unity

A slow stemming realization was always there

I stopped for a moment

And I shook repeatedly

Consumption stands in a glass

Mark my words I will stand and last

You will always break what you begin

Heartless soul who kisses akin

Lead by the heartless

Our acts are callous

An ugly being capable of foreseeing

The dregs and feelings of those well being

Hail to the night, the darkness pleases

And imprisons me