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What the hell are you waiting for? Extinction or absolution?

Empty entombments of deities constrained.

Cross-examined DNA, locations of desecration abound.

Hollow walls where only phantoms hear, oceans of refuse

Remnants refused.

Excuses abused, live to lose.

The sacred diminish; relinquish your inhibitions.

Loose lands sink in abusive hands, fall into the mantle.

It is my task to dismantle mankind, blow out the candle,

Too late, cannot rewind.

Sanity my sickness, so profane a witness

to the lucid decline into abyssal unforgiveness.

I have obeyed the forces that formed, the woman I made myself

and the creature obscure that lies deeper still.

Cancerous captor! Reductive fracturer!

I want to sink my nails and fangs into the god you made

and rip it from your visceral skin until it spills!

I cannot trust, betrayal scars carried with silent dignity,

Jaded perception, what the hell are you waiting for?

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Deader still, you never held on.

What ingratious void to you hail from, on a golem of stolen lordship?

Compassion slowly distorts but leaves intact:

what wretchedness corrupts in blood epitaphs,

in abandoned, crumbling realms beyond.

What the fuck are you waiting for?