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Craft Unburdened, your stars in illness.

I've found our wombless mother,

Bound to the entrails.

Frailty in fire.

Make this darkness drown with me,

For anguish saved me.

For her instruments became me...

My soul is heartsick....

From entangled gore,

Absent and depraved.

Broken in the shade of specters.

Tortured across discord,

We inhale her, my love!

Your altar of devastation.

Interred through rotting rain,

I can no longer taste the emptied.

Destitute with only shame...

The cloven voids.

Butchered before silence,

Your mortal part.

These apparitions, you never knew.

Fall within in you.