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Frantically fleeing from the treachery of loneliness                                                       

Fear of my future casts a darkened shadow across a bleak landscape                               

I am no more in this stagnant stereotype.                                                                 

The ego crumbles amongst the decaying bodies strewn before my aching soul.       

Pungent aromas of those fallen wisp at my nostrils with power and angst.                    

We are united in isolation.                                                                                        

No more shall my heart rejoice in the living.                                                                

No longer will the Blessed Be.                                                                                      

For now the truth shines the pain of light into my deluded eyes.                               

Suffering here.                                                                                               

Suffering there.                                                                                                    

Suffering of the masses consumes the planet.                                                             

And here am I.                                                                                                          

A small nobody.                                                                                                           

A mere speck of sand buried deep within the dunes of the earth.                                    

What can I do?                                                                                                      

Nothing. Everything. Something.

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Enshrouded by demons

My blood curdles and stagnates

Solidifying within the chasm

The dark pit of my hell-being.

I am The Lord of Death

And I own the misery of the world

Bow to me in obedience

Kneel before my anger.

The black arts beckon

They shriek in agony

Alas; no-one will hear.

For the kingdom is deaf

Our mothers blinded

By the vision of all-that-is

Humanity is doomed.

In isolated ignorance

We are one

With suffering hatred

We are in love.

Never knowing

The inhabitants cling

To the illusion of life

And in that; we all died.