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My essence was spewed down on this earth

From the bowels of sick existence

The negation of all that is

The harbinger of what’s never to be

Never alive

Yet somehow present, aware

Exiled through moribund planes

For I am the seed of the end

Even the flames of hate have died

No blazing wings shall rise from cold ash

Left to wander the cenotaph soil

Breathing plagues in the mist

Still I persist

Bound by these chains of deathless unlife

And still I will when eternity ends

Forbidden to live or die

I drift suspended

Before and after time

Never intended

To either fall or climb

Incarnation of the void

Only I can’t be destroyed

From this fate there can be no fleeing

I am without being