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Constraint and restriction of physicality; the wish to elude inanity.
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Azathoth, upon the black throne,
steps of twelve hesitant to tone.
Madness and chaos swallowed your mind,
ears of the deaf, eyes dying to be blin..
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Decrepit creature, in the cellar you dwell,
to be at the side of the "angel" that fell.
The door was cast open, my words - yours to slur,
the gl..
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I'm not your saint, I am the thorn,
I'm the havoc you will mourn.
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I watched the flesh of myself wither and scale today. Something quite off from the norm of ventures.
I thought I contained parents and found an orph..
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