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Embalmed by the infernal memory

You felt brave enough to spread your circle

Pride swollen, yet the brine of fear coats your skin

Heir to the noose of your wishes

Mine into the wound of desire

Tongues of their crooked liberties washed ashore

Your rotten green sands

Peering through your pitiful veil,

they tolled the bells

You lit that candle in hopes to kill me

Now they will rape your mind in my honor

Mirror vortex ropes the inner sanctum

Wring into conniption which is still vermillion

Any moment of clarity wracks your skull

Snorting pole dialect echoes in timeless corridors