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"I want to feel the pain, I want to feel the hurt."
Of a parallel, a duality of where I should be, yet where I remain,
all lies in the certainty of looming demise.
There can be agony in absolute nothing.
Emaciated, mangled in the dirt.
A porous soil, filling to the core
A vision of unattended grave, entrenchment through enthralling mistakes,
a stare catatonic into the path diametric to breath,
my present self and my future ended.
Alone, shear the cold, "I want to feel the pain, I want to feel the hurt."

Will discovers no restitution.
Forgotten in foreswear the aberrant expectation.
It's confluence with non-existent coincidence
Vacant the house of aspiration, riddle the meaningless depth
Lie death, bequeath the crude hole of my eternity,
cease the churn of interminable conflict
A mortal behest, the failing of flesh,
the clash of putrid love with unrelenting self-hatred.
The failing of flesh, with unrelenting self-hatred.
The clash of putrid love.

A visceral cruelty abounds
The mire of my and all's worthlessness
A burden so far striking heaves for utter conviction, animosity to action, mercilessness, depredation
My pain, a message to canvas
Envisioning the deepest and truest of Christians,
foisted into Satan's worship,
their children bludgeoned in broken efforts of self-preservation,
their faith muddled in abandonment of promise
For so dawns the pariah of forevermore bog, the linger of torrid shame
My retribution
My infinite retribution.

For even the coward will know my emptiness
A hollow in misery of toiling and a beguile in cure
Clawing in heightened pitch, never dulcet, anguish of wallow echoing,
"so bring me back from the dead."
"so bring me back from the dead."

So to the absolution of rising the hierarchical mount,
to Hell's position of determined consolidation, to ubiquitous genocide,
to genesis through my exaltation
As Satan, I too am God, the auto-theist
To an end of ablated flesh and anguish never relinquishing its bleating
To my installment of reckoning
Forgotten is emancipation
Living in fortitude is my product, the turpitude of man's twisting suffer
Know the endless bellow, the haunting abandon of love and home,
the reason for my anger's bolster
To my sympathy, to my understanding,
to my evermore pain onlooker

Will discovers no restitution, forgotten in forswear the aberrant expectation.

A visceral cruelty abounds
The mire of my and all's worthlessness
A burden so far striking heaves for utter conviction, animosity to action, mercilessness, depredation
My pain, a message to canvas.
My retribution.

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from The Crux of Apostasy, released March 14, 2019

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