| Beyond medicine of current day I’m being tortured by this growing inflammation
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| Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow
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| I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will I shall
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| embrace it
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| It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head
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| The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down and see the anomalous thing
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| Changing in structure, my expression, looks not human
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| I have seen this face in my awake dreams, an abomination
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| A form from the most wicked of depths has now been granted my distorted flesh
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| A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off
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| Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept with widespread wings
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| With open eyes I start to feel delight
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| Agitate no more, no doubts
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| I can’t resist to heed the lights of the looming black
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| My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied
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| And with its red grant me completion
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| No longer estranged from what I just fled, the pool is inside
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| For I’m not me and of now conceived again
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| The wretched man of the cloth, like dust left swinging dead from the wall
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| I must return to their nest, what I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall
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| them join
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| The order of chaos awaits in another world
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| Disintegrate, I’ll return mentally
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| My body of scorn I’ll leave here as they seize my soul |