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𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆
𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔
𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒖𝒎, 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒔.
𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒂 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔.
𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆.

𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆.
𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆
𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔
𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔.
𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉
𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔.

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅.

𝒔𝒖𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔
𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔
𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕
𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒏
𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

shatter your heart with this poison for we will celebrate our last breath in nothingness
because in the end of the journey nothing saves
and all of your silly quests, foolish beliefs and endless wars will be obliterated by the power of nullity
all of our drives are palliative measures trying to postpone the lonely end
fire does not save, nor water, nor air, nor the holy ether nor the impious sulphur
nothing saves, nothing concedes shelter
there is no shelter, our existence is naked under the bloody veil of this world
we can only fall and fall and fall into the shivery blackness of our desecrated hearts

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