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DEATHMOSPHERE

L: D. Bermudez

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF BLOOD STAINED SKIES

AND DARKENED EARTH, VISIONS OF BLACK WATERS BLEEDING

DOWN FROM THE SHATTERED LANDSCAPE.

FEEL THE BITTER TASTE OF MY AGONY,

THE IRRATIONAL RATE OF ANGER THAT EMANATES

FROM THE CREATOR WHILE FRAGMENTS OF REASON

DROWN IN THE SEAS OF MADNESS.

WATCH ME FEEDING MY SELF WITH THIS PAIN

STRENGHTENING MY SENSES WITH FEAR

FINDING THE FORCE TO STAY ALIVE

INTO THIS DEATHMOSPHERE

EXPERIENCE THE SELF DIMINISHING EFFECT OF A DEPRIVED EXISTANCE, AS THE AWARENESS OF YOUR OWN MORTALITY

PAINTS THIS GROTESQUE SCENARIO.

FEEL THE COLD HAND OF CRUELTY

TEARING OUT YOUR SPINE, THE SMELL OF REALITY

IS THE STINK OF YOUR DEAD ROTTING FANTASY

WAKE UP AND SEE THE RAW ESSENCE OF THIS INFERNAL NIGHTMARE, THE TRUE SOURCE OF PAIN AND HATE

WATCH ME FEEDING MY SELF WITH THIS PAIN

THE SOUND OF DISTANT ECHOES OF FORGOTTEN VOICES DROWN IN THE SEAS OF MADNESS, MEMORIES OF SANITY AND ORDER SUFFOCATED BY THE WEIGHT OF IMPOSSIBILITY.

CONSTANT SENSATION OF POWERLESS,

DESPERATION INCREASES YOUR ALREADY

WELL DEVELOPED SENSE OF IRONY