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Flayed tellurian husk

I hear the bell ring and the light of my consciousness begins to dim

There's nothing to be done but to squeal

My mind begins to reel as I rip through to my psyche to achieve harmony; my vision lurches back, exposing an interstitial deformity

There's never rest for me

In a heavenward spiral

Only to be denied passage

Ignominious degradation

My mistakes I've made are now what make me

I've given you everything I have

And it's still not enough

Bring forth your instruments of torture

Mutilate me

Endless arrows, puncturing deep

Flayed fucking husk, teething concrete

Flayed before your altar

Bleeding

Digging under my skin

Seething