Most insane darknesses grow within sickly illusions.
The abandoned memories of the corrupt abominations
manifest. Ultimate horror paralyses me, as the
angry hand of Heaven crushes my head. I watch as
it severs me, and darkly my vital essence is
wasted on the cold, uncaring tombstones. Crazed by
horror I cry out, Why?! as a madness takes my
hand. Now alone, my plea for mercy pours over
mocking statues.
Here is a mocking scorn. The night falls with some
slimy curse, entwined with fear are we. The
glorious understanding that urges you to pine
shines briefly even as it is spoiled under a sea
of remorse. Our charity will become wrecked. A
great passion throbs one last time and dies. How
could you tear us asunder? Mysterious longings
glide in the dark, whispering that we are the
accursed. The night falls without a sound, fearful
be our souls.
That sacred hope that urges you to pine struggles
and fades, devoured within slimy bleaknesses. All
honesty has been been condemned to die. That great
trust was strangled by a twisted mockery. Where
did it go wrong and cause you to not understand?
Chilling semblances surround us, moaning to save
us from ourselves. Death is born without mercy,
abandoned are we purposeless souls. That holy
liberation that calls upon you to sacrifice
yourself shines briefly even as it is extinguished
inside a dark, velvet nothingness. All sincerity
is doomed to fail in its quest. This true trust
was strangled by a twisted mockery.
Why did you abandon me? Stupid griefs inhabit dark
corners, begging for sanctuary. Darkness is born
with some ancient darkness, cold and alone are we
arrogant souls. That sacred salvation that makes
you howl dismally flares once, then dies, stained
by your mad obsession. All faith has been been
betrayed and lies bleeding. This true heart beats
its last. How could you abandon me? Dismal
fantasies visit, moaning for forgiveness. Death is
born and brings us withered dreams, ended are we.
That sublime promise that urges you to pine casts
its glow once before it is extinguished within a
bleak wilderness of confusion.
Every goodness must end. This true heart desires
no more. Why did you abandon me? Mysterious
longings visit, crying for redemption. The day
dies with an invisible howling, stricken are these
hearts. That plaintive salvation that makes you
plead for its fulfillment shines once, then dies,
swallowed within slimy bleaknesses. Our trust
shall be torn on corroded hopes My soul has been
murdered When did you change and decide to cause
such hurt? Hostile despairs hide nearby, and cry
for redemption. Dismal day, becoming dismal night,
comes as if the world had become strangely
malignant, sad is this life.
That plaintive redemption that urges you to pine
shines, and then is lost within the abyss. Our
goodness will end. My trust was strangled by a
twisted mockery. Where did it go wrong and cause
you to disbelieve? Spirits glide in the dark, and
taunt us with false promise of sanctuary. Dismal
day, becoming dismal night, comes and starts a
harrowing nightmare, stricken is our joy. That
sacred hope that makes you plead gleams, and then
is swallowed inside a dark, velvet nothingness.
Our honesty will fail. This true heart beats its
last. What possessed you to tear us asunder?
Mysterious longings inhabit dark corners, begging
for sanctuary. The night falls and grants us
futile horrors, cursed be our souls. That holy
liberation that calls upon you to sacrifice
yourself shines briefly even as it is extinguished
within the abyss. Every sincerity shall be torn on
corroded hopes My soul died under a dark razor.
What caused you to disbelieve? Lost souls
manifest, and cry for forgiveness. Night wakes as
if the sun is slain, doomed are these hearts. The
plaintive faith that commands you to plead for its
fulfillment struggles and fades, crushed within
ultimate dooms. Our honesty must wither. My love
is cold. What caused you to cause such hurt?
Mysterious longings manifest, murmuring that we
are the accursed.
The night falls and grants us callous nightmares,
cold and alone are these hearts. The plaintive
salvation that makes you howl dismally swells, and
then is devoured within a bleak wilderness of
confusion. All joy must sicken and die. That great
love is no more. Where did it go wrong and cause
you to do this? Chilling semblances surround us,
begging for redemption. Dismal day, becoming
dismal night, comes with abnormal longings,
stricken is this life. That glorious redemption
that calls upon you to howl dismally shines
briefly even as it is extinguished under cheerless
shadows of futility. All faith is doomed to
perish. This true soul thrives no longer. Why did
you not understand? Stupid griefs lurk nearby,
crying for redemption.
.oOo.
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