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Frenzied

Panicked

Delirious

Washed in Crimson Ichor

I was your puppet with no strings in flesh

I slew your children as you played your game

As I split your hymen godly light envelops us

Disintegrating right before my eyes

Deteriating into burning dust

Energies dipurse

Corpses disappear

Infuse my spirit

Is this now the end?

Writhe in pain as I'm consumed by an eon of hateful longing

All is not right

I should experience transcendance

I should be free from this dimension

I can no longer feel my unlife

I can now only see the light

Anguish consuming

Become real

Cannot recreate

Cannot escape