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The Souls of the dead traverse

A sullen but chaotic realm

Like the earth from which

They departed from

Rush through spectral highways

Victims of lies and cruelty

Executed under fraudulent witnesses

Violent clashes at haunted intersections

Spill into the world of the living

And they carved the books

Of blood int eh living host

Hopeless bastard caught

Between phantasmal crossroads

Sanguine revelations of life

Beyond the living flesh

Forever carved into the flesh itself.

Testaments of past abhorrence

Long held in confines of the spirit realm

Repulsed by the living one's mockery

The damned cross over for

Immaculate revenge

Every limb another gruesome tome

Every digit another gruesome page

The bearer of the scarified skin

Forever a terrifying vessel for the dead

Found in a state of total aberration

Collectors of the anomalous offer

The maximum price

Laughing as I flay him

Excoriation of a lunatic

Returning back to solace, as

The deed has been now been done

The case that holds my trophy

Bleeds relentlessly

I drown in blood red ink

And enter phantasmal highways