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cEnToTaPh
July 23, 2003
Underneath the squalid fire the hammerfisted rabble crawls under the ruination of their lives shattered by the hammer of an enraged god.
Night of my hatred spawns the brooding nightflower that dawns before the beckening grave that swallowed everything human and left just me.
My brain is a skipping record that smashed the insane voices that programmed the eletric fiend to bury claws into the void matrix of almost thought.
The crows scream their madness as the sadness of their desolations echo across the caverns of the darkening irony of despair.
I am both good and evil and neither yet I am insentiate; a machine of wasted humanity that will garner no deposit yet get smashed upon the trash heap just the same.
And so will you all.......  666 |
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