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Grotesque thoughts

Plague my mind

Red mist descends

I hear whispers of the blade

Visions of suffering

Bringing me closer

To the other side

Hell exists

It rots from inside

Entrails scorched

By eternal flame

Pleading for heaven

The devil on my back

Telling me it’s time to leave

Your eulogy a sweet serenade

Pacifying the voices

Calling for your end

Now it’s my turn

My turn

Tension

With me and the other side

Empty

Grotesque thoughts, petrified

Why this way

Soon to be departed mind

Coated in matter and skin

A new body void of sin

Sin

Sin

Sin

Bathed in sin