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Fumes surround me

Worms cum in filth

I don't belong

But I am trapped

And locked...

Parasitic thoughts

Pollute my mind

Hollow words of emptiness

Corrupt my soul

(corrupt) My self...

But I know I get closer

To that light I've always seen

I urge to burn as the Sun

I still have to hold on

O, Proxima Thule...

Past a life in the gutter gazing at the stars

No surrender

No rest against the sly

Let me feel the heat

Let me burn in ecstasy

As the armies of mediocrity

Cheerfully march to the slaughter

A new saviour is rising

From within the fires of doom

None is to be redeemed

For a new race is to triumph

I can feel absolution

It's near

Dementia