Rusted minds starring deep into hollow thoughts of feeble concentration,
A backlash of Dust coughing Illusions from my sights,
In my Path of awakening Lust of survival creeps along my sickened fate of meditation,
Disolution filling my Cries the Darkened howl Pouring from the skies.
Scars of Lust dripping on my Tongue,
To eat your SOul until our time is Done.
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