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Sores on my back mysteriously illustrates themselves
Beyond medicine of current day
I'm being tortured by this growing inflammation
Blood vessels running swift in my sweaty brow
I feel this is a gift upon the price I just collected against my will
I shall embrace it
It drip-dries from its inverted, bloated head
The blood in which I stand reflecting as I look down
And see the anomalous thing
Changing in structure, my expression, looks not human
I have seen this face in my awake dreams
An abomination
A form from the most wicked of depths has now
Been granted my distorted flesh
A sense of joy as my body bit by bit sloughs off
Destiny, my sickening providence I shall accept
With widespread wings
With open eyes I start to feel delight
Agitate no more
No doubts I can't resist to heed the lights of the looming black
My trophy calm and still, of life soon will be emptied
And with its red grant me completion
No longer estranged from what I just fled
The pool is inside
For I'm not me and of now conceived again
The wretched man of the cloth
Like dust left swinging dead from the wall
I must return to their nest
What I used to fear keeps on calling and I shall them join
The order of chaos awaits in another world
Disintegrate, I'll return mentally
My body of scorn I'll leave here as they seize my soul
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