| Avessel within it's molding binds,
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| The path of life and death
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| Consumed relentlessly
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| In vigorous sodomy
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| It's influence is infinite
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| And so it's will complete
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| The gathering of all
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| Assembled in flesh and in blood
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| He commands them
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| I dwell within his hollow mind
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| As he feeds on my memories
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| And orgasmic release
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| Like a flock of birds
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| In the night
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| Succumbed to the stench of a corpse
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| I can taste the end
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| I'd hopes he'd never leave me
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| The warmth of rotting meat exfoliates my pores
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| Becoming one with his skin
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| I can't remember my name or my face
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| Engorging on the masses
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| And I fucking love the taste
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| I've never craved of mutilation
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| In my wildest dreams
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| But i just can't escape the elation
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| Of their dying screams
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| I've felt memories slip from my grasp in the void
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| Internal condemnation I feel it bleeding
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| Taunting the essence of my existence
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| Replaced are the memories of me
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| I've lost sight of it all
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| It's infamy scars the bones
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| Underneath my coat of flesh
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| The pain is seething, it beneath dwells this tourniquet
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| I'd hoped he's never leave me
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| The warmth of rotting meat exfoliates my pores
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| Becoming one with his skin
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| I writhe in pleasure as the buzzard circle
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| The experience of hell, death and misery
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| In unimaginable pain screaming and gasping for air
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| Inside a tomb of the dead
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| Staring at the mirrored image paralyzed
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| Horrified at the shell of the man
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| I have become the gathering of all,
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| The gathering of all
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| Wisdom so unnatural volumes it speaks
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| Encapsulated in his arms
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| To never be released
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| A mire of sorrow blankets the ring
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| Washing the purity from the face of sentience
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| Containment reeking of prosperity as it consumes hope and fear
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| Replaced I am I've lost sight of it all |