| Passing of black, looms over the entity
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| Ill omen surrounding all positive thought
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| The words of pain trickling off his tongue
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| To hear him say this world is done
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| Condemnation for the doomsayer
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| The raking of hell’s garden cultivates no prayer
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| He laughs at the unholy blessing of terror
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| Fermented in your mind
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| Craving an end to existence
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| Fleeing life’s pleas of surviving
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| The winds taste of death
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| Set souls free
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| Clouds impregnated, with the lust of despair
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| Demons congregate, on the eve of strike
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| Heaven is dormant, deaf to all cries
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| Desperate fools will never find Christ
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| Hateful spite lunges from the throat
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| Spat upon helpless beings of peace
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| Looming in the corridors that lie between time
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| This world’s broken neck grasped in his hands
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| Dark secrets unlocked by a verbal key
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| Promises once mocked are fulfilled fatalities precede
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| Screams distorted with blood
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| Reverberate through vacated lives
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| Punished for ignorance
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| Extinction is your sentence |