I stumble along on thy internal path, why can’t I see! then how long will it last? a story through time now that has passed, scornful my deeds now that I’m tasked. These unknown meanings in my wasteful dreams, provocatively tormenting my rotting seams.
That’s twisting my faith in this higher power, those preposterous claims now dying by the hour, the loathsome voices in a trifling breeze, hear! this beggar pleads drowning in is own sleaze. Submerged heart it’s death! and the damned! this blacken hole is my promise land.
Plunging caverns into the depths of hell than predicting my arrival who can’t tell, he is vicious he’s vile! call him Satan! the looting of poor souls and the pain that’s waiting. Obnoxious torture but I’m already dead, the debauchery you can see now here comes the dread.
It’s relentless oh help me my merciful lord, the devil’s echoing laughter! just brings on larger hordes, violently awaken! from this dream and horribly shaken! what does it mean, now I know I can’t be forsaken oh God I’m on my knees and ready to be taken.
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