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Within the dark crevice of a soul lost and torn, rises a rebellion against nature and gods.

Mad dogs are born heroes and die heretics.

Kill yourself; a merciful escape.

Minds tormented by fear and nostalgia seek light in hearts relentlessly pumping black blood.

I cry at midnight as the clocks scream in unison for I have to live in agony for moments breathing existence.

They call her beautiful but her body is not her own and her charm is a curse given by a goddess suffering from an Electra complex.

You paint the sun as if it is true, your paintbrush lies and you delude yourself in sunshine never born.