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A sun hovers over a blackened marsh that will not dry

Trekked miles with no formations to surprise a scanning sight

Every sound I make is now part of a dead language

That strangles the throat and leaves me in anguish

Tears from the heavens

Possessed enslavement apparent

Tears from the heavens

The howling beastly, incoherent

Beneath my feet a sea of flesh and eyes

A slew of mangled bodies

A composition of everlasting rot

I stand on the newly formed hills of behelit

Composed from rot of those who've been sacrificed

My brothers, my flesh, my kin

Devoured by the children of God's hands

I wail and cry out to my father

The mountains that shields us from the coldest winds moves

A heaving leviathan turns its back

God has abandoned us

Sacrificed for his ultimate desire

Black seas rage within my soul

Nestled in the heart is an infection

Nurturing it with malice and hate

Spite moves each foot in front of the other

Death is inevitable for all except me

The children visit me at night

Beckoning me to join them

To end my suffering

There is no inch of space left to scar the skin

Closer to the sweet whispers of Behelit

A blackened inferno building in the chest

My body tires but the combustion will not rest

A breakdown of the outer shell

Against the heat of the sun

Gripping each limb I tear them asunder

Cleaving into their heads they burst into flame

Redlining until I can commit this vessel into an explosion that consumes all