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Mires of roaming rot

Ceaseless Craving

Bones entomb my pride

Below, a mud stained soul

Cut my feet, and breathe my choking dreams

And think of water and grime

Guide my hand oh banished sun (a bush voice)

In this filth I drown

My gleamfull end

Take my soul away

Cut through my heart

And craft of me

A sculpt of blight

Hail the black dusk gloom

This flame I invoke upon you

I dwell in this place

Where shadows bleed and skies weep