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Look at them as they scurry along, piles of filth shambling waiting to belong

This scum sees me as their savior, not knowing they're just another flavor

Brought forth by infallible rage and hatred, they will soon see that they have been baited

Nothing more gives any purpose as to understand their prayers aren't worth shit

The most false of prophets, cloaked in righteousness I eagerly await my part in this

I know what's best for them yet they don't understand, this is my vision, my will, all part of my plan

As I reach out, they willingly take my hand, with falsehoods promised they buy the lie

Hook line and sinker

I am the vestibule

Hatred and malice seeker

I am the vestibule

A creation fed with

I am the vestibule

Ceaseless Torment

I am the vestibule

Their ignorance has been woefully predictable, they'll believe anything incomprehensible

They shout to the sky and ask for reprieve, their cries of salvation wholly untenable

They beg, they plead, they wish to be free yet this nightmare remains for all eternity

What don't you understand, you asked for me, yet you seem unable to believe

You called for the suffering of others and now I come for your daughters, your mothers

Their cries getting weaker

I am the vestibule

Chaos and havoc wreak-er

I am the vestibule

This earthly form given

I am the vestibule

To end their existence

I am the vestibule

There will be no ending or beginning

Pain endearing for eternity

Their will be no mourning left for anyone

Their cries are for themselves, as much as they are for you

No end to the pain and for those unaware

Make them bask in their misery as their souls stripped bare

I am the vestibule... of ceaseless torment