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Swarms from under

Pollute, desecrate, violate.

Rise and become curse.

With the curtain onto the eyes,

Beneath the wounds unhealed nails kisses with steel,

Through deepest ties flows what we can’t forgive.

In front of the pyre of grief, praise yourself to let you go.

Bring the embers of regret, praise yourself to let you go.

Swarms crawling beneath.

Scourge, torment, descent.

The heart become curse along the path.

Crossing burning stakes.

A gruesome light, a forthcoming void,

In the midst of nothing no mind can spoil.

A vanished path, a soundless rite,

The pyre stands tall to cleanse and solace.

Praise yourself to let you go.

Cleanse and solace.