On The Shrine Of Suicide

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Omens of foreboding hallucinations
Never falter to trouble my existence

The relentless throbbing of menacing drums
Haunt the darkened innards of my dying soul
Eliciting demons I thought I'd vanquished

Silent whispers of unforeseen evil
Habituate the empty shell that is me
Repentance is no longer an option
Infernal poltergeists crowd my subconscious
Nocturnal predators that prey on my fears
Endless abysses of torment made to be my home

Onslaughts of rabid fiends empowered by the
Frantic paranoid voices from within my mind

Skillfully overtake my body driving me mad
Unadulterated rage boils towards certain
Imminent and surely violent eruptions
Cascades of blood spill to the ground
Irigating the soil of unholy cemitaries
Drenched with the crimson nectar of innocense
Eager hellhounds gather to feast upon my rotting flesh.

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