| My flesh melts and drips off the bone,
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| de-fleshing the side of me that I have never shown.
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| Now you will know what I truly am.
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| I’m not the man I say I am.
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| For when I die my body transcends,
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| with the breath of the wind.
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| My ashes spread like the plague that I am.
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| I ignite the world in fire and sulfur,
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| in the names of all those who suffer.
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| Forged in the flames of damnation.
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| My gifts of demise is your salvation.
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| I welcome you to oblivion. |
| You are not alone.
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| Beneath the piles of scorched flesh and fragmented bones, new life is seeded.
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| New life grows.
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| Fertilized by the carbonized waste,
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| growing through the skulls. |
| New life is embraced.
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| Fear not the unknown.
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| The depths of nothingness in which you are thrown.
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| You are not alone.
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| Before it gets better, it always gets worse.
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| This is the way of the universe.
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| Everyday is a new day.
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| Transcending flesh. |
| Transcending my skin like a serpent.
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| Death reigns from the sky on the culprit.
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| Burning in the fire you call out my name.
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| Withering into dust.
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| Boiling blood.
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| I am smiling from above. |