Boiling arsenic casting out a map
Engraving direction
Forward, backward spiraling straight to hell
Straight ahead
The culmination of my thoughts
Antiquities
Holding secrets of the ancient arts
It awaits
In silhouette crossing shades
Beneath the lies
A vulgar glimpse of scars demised
A crave, belonging to the dead
Aflame, my skin blisters
My eyes roll back
The hex is taking me under
Ruins shaping relic days
Arising is the end
Shattered distance
Stillborn plague
Behold discernment now
Acrid crowd
Consume my flesh and holster your spirit
Scorched assent
Guide me to your source
Prophecies
Lead the way to dissolution
Cold figures gasp a breath
Moving in choreographed rhythms
Words bounce wall to wall
It's the smell of death they bring
Blackest might to the stealth of beauty
Conceal your arrangements to me
Plans are now past resurrections
Perished by the hexed enigma
Omens murmur hypnosis once again
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