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Yes, there must have been some devilish prophecy Spoken on the day that you ascended from the embers The day the stars were misaligned Off kilter and yearning to return to virtue Because threaded into the fabric of you was a venomous wound And it bleeds and it bleeds it and bleeds And you thrash and curse and wail into the nothingness And we both know that even the nothingness pities you now
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
The Blackest of Obsidian (fragment)
Yes, there must have been some devilish prophecy Spoken on the day that you ascended from the embers The day the stars were misaligned Off kilter and yearning to return to virtue Because threaded into the fabric of you was a venomous wound And it bleeds and it bleeds it and bleeds And you thrash and curse and wail into the nothingness And we both know that even the nothingness pities you now
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Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 4:37 AM UTC
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