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I am Wrath, I am Ruin I am Mercy, tender-hearted Let me cleave, parasitic When you leave, all aquiver Allow me now to swallow down Euphoric with abandon Feel me burrow like a graveworm The reasoned mind remains so at a whim, reason itself perched upon a treacherous mountain of sand, it’s comfort an untruth, a security bought at the cost of instinct, of a myriad of conveniently manipulated falsehoods. The seeds of madness are not sown in carefully cultivated fields of righteous order as our epoch has come to believe, [...] Huddled, ensconced, in contemplative woe |
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