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Within the violence of my mind I lost myself one hundred times, Plagued by dreams of religion. Born into ******** Cursed to mourn ten thousand souls— I ********* softly. Born of scorn and torment, riven; Concubine of limp derision; We merged as one with eternity. Pain is mine— remain withdrawn; Centuries cry weep-weep from war; Mass graves of rigor mortis drift; Illusion binds this godless rift.
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 6:29 AM UTC
Illusion of Nocturnal Encumberment
Within the violence of my mind I lost myself one hundred times, Plagued by dreams of religion. Born into ******** Cursed to mourn ten thousand souls— I ********* softly. Born of scorn and torment, riven; Concubine of limp derision; We merged as one with eternity. Pain is mine— remain withdrawn; Centuries cry weep-weep from war; Mass graves of rigor mortis drift; Illusion binds this godless rift.
Isaace
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 6:29 AM UTC
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