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Minimal Lifepurge the flame of this eternal heart to suffer within this contamination of fading shade ors remains within only this agony declined the vexing stigmata defiled this disease of thy shapeless form illness blinded beneath its faith of sins in thy skies this cadaver must walk to its final resting placeMinimal Life
theses bones have already decompose unaccompanied by its skin grace doesnt await within this light of crimson shade hope is unreal though theses distant memories of once living
cherish this mass grave of burning within thy dieing sun
this bane flows through theses veins of sand


Devoid Relicfrom thy ors festering sight of diseased formed carcass to thy dust of thy immolates within its heart of infection relic of thy corpse and of emptied cecressions nocturnal codex blessed with unliving runes of rebirth pray that this is thy end of living this fleshweaving shades of dismal to perrish its light to create this as devoid of time and space mortals erosion of omegas abyssmal sandDevoid Relic
forfillment through genocides clouded dawn cracked skins of anglic cloth acends to create this as devoid of life and body thy graceful embrace of removing all that is human flesh desecr


Shrouded In Decayconsuming this aspects of reality a shroud of a corpse as its practitioner decends covered in theses ashes of thy cremated sins ashes turned to flesh as this remedy infects suffering has cleansed this soul to wakeShrouded In Decay
break of this disease covered dawn as the sun bleeds out decimate this presence seeping into this pool of contamination beyond this world rains fall to haunt its lifeless remains this is the ghost skies of decrepit realms of its harvest disease has faded this path of damnation to light its iris of wilted veins alive within this necropolis hiden inside thi


Thy Angel Makersmanifest the fears(tears) as thy nemesis all this living tissue has currupted its whole thy anglemakers have begun to rot as dustThy Angel Makers
to redetach its soul from thy bodies in this form of particals reshape this crying surface of this decending earth
revive its dead past the walkways of decadent flesh allow this souls of dimensions to possess its sillought creating its replica of inner darkness as the life
to distinguish this reality from illness of bleaching light deteriorating pestilence feasts on this flesh as time this sun has shattered to its mourning of cremated love forbide
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"Even psychopaths have emotions, then again, maybe not"
~Richard Ramirez
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Ill Bind Your Body To My Coat
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"Even psychopaths have emotions, then again, maybe not"
~Richard Ramirez
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Owner of ~Dark-Asphyxiation
Admin for =darkclub
Room 129 at =Dark-Arts-Asylum
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"Ordinary life does not interest me. I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous."
~ Anais Nin
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Ill Bind Your Body To My Coat
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