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It will not be the end

There is no hell and heaven

There is something worst purgatory

Eternally void of frigidity

Only whispers in head

And than it is

Neither, sorrow

and the pain of despair

As razor sharp

It degrade the poison mind

And it will not be the end

Swarm will bless you

That is your dainty

Swarm will fuck you

That is your dirt

Putter wrath a wears on you

Silent whispers in my head

Doesn't live my fucking mind

Your grace if fucking dead

Death will bless you

That is your dainty

Swarm will fuck you

That is your dirt

Dirty hands are touch the skin

Putter wrath is falling down

I like your taste of glisters

I like your smell of body

I live in your skin

I see what you see

Die

And than it is

Neither, sorrow

and the pain of despair

As razor sharp

It degrade the poison mind

And it will not be the end

Only whispers in hell