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Beyond life,

Beyond conscience,

I hear them without speaking,

I feel them without being touched.

Lacerating whispers

Rip my tympanums,

Drive me to madness,

Take me out of this world

To a vastness of horrors

Never to be seen by the living:

The never ending torment of Man

Awaited in the torture fields

Of afterlife...

As the moon released my body

From utter darkness

I returned.

Ripped and tattered,

Covered in dirt,

I curse the living and the dead...

Death is a portal

To keep suffering

To all eternity.