Mind that rises from ash
Thoughts about death
They shatter in to air and
Leave you suffering
Sin is the power that
Keeps you alive and
Controls you like Master
Vanishing flame inside you
Corrodes memories about good times
Now is only omens from emptiness
And pictures of slavery
Chaos is everywhere
Where ever you look
Stench that pours from your soul
Is almost touchable mass
Reality isn't disappeared
You only can't see it...
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