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I never wanted any of this, so why begin with the end in mind?
Spewed unto a hideous world, abhorrent upon conception, a violation of nature.

Godless, helpless, corrupted with terror, the prey of failure.
Craving significance in nihility, praying for sense of organic humanity.

We are godless, helpless.
Corrupted with terror, the prey of failure.

The end's in sight and there's nothing I can do.
Time ceases, an aspect of body, a gift of aeons past.
A void un-sanctified, adrift within a vortex of naught.
Destitute of the concealment of refuge, shadows shift in harmony.
Witness the universe reclaimed.

The spirits manipulate with perverse desire, manifesting the dark.
Unheeded, vacant of emotion, devoid of name; a vision of hate.

Seek the new blood, rending faith from flesh.
Seek the new blood, from the frailty of man.
Seek the new blood, rending faith from flesh.

A prayer breaks the sound of silence, a whisper in the darkness.
Clouded apparitions swell in frequency. Pyres rage within their eyes.
Fear has paralysed the memory, erect from the stench of death.
This cannot be the purpose of his presence.