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Jan 2022
Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

I can't escape the pressure
Embrace the fall
False architecture
Breaks down my inner walls

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

Though the martyr's wander
Fosters departure
I no longer bother
Just a ghost in a wisp of smoke

Like lambs sent to slaughter
Horror corners where I falter
Darkness, all I conjure
Since my mental state is altered

How would I look in a coffin
With my loved ones weeping and sobbing?
How would I look in coffin
Embalmed and dolled up
A construct
Say you'll remember me

Prepare, I'm breaching the thin veneer
Of where eternal flux collapses and appears
Beyond the pier where shores celestial die
These vast tombs I carve, across a barren sky

The candles burning
Here comes the night
The shadows bleeding
Over my eyes
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Cunning Linguist
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Cunning Linguist  29/M/An illusion of reality
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