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Ancient doors creak and groan scraping back the dust of ages gone A formidable sight... like standing guardians since time immortal Slinking in past swirling fog I pause to calm my fear adding strength to resolve when suddenly... a deafening voice ERUPTS with EXACTING FASTIDIOUS truths Solid ground shatters beneath me... I hover helplessly Below me... a noxious boiling maelstrom The voice of truth EXPLODES from above ECHOing my 'Every Sin' the resounding shock-waves drive me down Legs lifted high to avoid the searing pain then a tangle of blistered hands reach out and drag me within the churning inferno Blinding spin and unbearable suction envelope Scream fades to gurgle Unconsciousness welcome though never met The searing pain still rising yet Each fibre ripped apart to molecular particle Riding the vortex of purification Separating sins from soul Finally Cast out and caught yet again by the uterine web with the voice of truth still taunting ... " BETTER LUCK THIS TIME "
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
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Ancient doors creak and groan scraping back the dust of ages gone A formidable sight... like standing guardians since time immortal Slinking in past swirling fog I pause to calm my fear adding strength to resolve when suddenly... a deafening voice ERUPTS with EXACTING FASTIDIOUS truths Solid ground shatters beneath me... I hover helplessly Below me... a noxious boiling maelstrom The voice of truth EXPLODES from above ECHOing my 'Every Sin' the resounding shock-waves drive me down Legs lifted high to avoid the searing pain then a tangle of blistered hands reach out and drag me within the churning inferno Blinding spin and unbearable suction envelope Scream fades to gurgle Unconsciousness welcome though never met The searing pain still rising yet Each fibre ripped apart to molecular particle Riding the vortex of purification Separating sins from soul Finally Cast out and caught yet again by the uterine web with the voice of truth still taunting ... " BETTER LUCK THIS TIME "
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
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