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			<title>Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>I know it must seem like a clich&amp;eacute;to begin my long story with waking from a nightmare, but this nightmare is thereason I breathe. Even till this day, as I write this, I still relive thehorrors every night which force me to keep going: her choking sobs and screamsringing through my head..</description>
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			<title>Introduction </title>
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			<title>City of Moths</title>
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			<title>Banished in Worlds without Light</title>
			<description>When night has forever descended, I lie utterly soullessMoths seek the flame as their graveReaching out for a rope to asphyxiate meBut time is still a curse, and home is where the sun diesAbandonedStrangled by the burden of lifeCould there be a realm where nothing is eternity?No breathing, suffocati..</description>
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			<title>Astral Signs of the Dead Warrior</title>
			<description>Black Metal lyrics</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: We're all Just Animals</title>
			<description>	For the longest time, the sea was&amp;nbsp;such a comforting setting: being rocked like a child on the waves; feeling the warm sun on my skin and tasting the breeze; also over a hundred pounds worth of flesh all stuffed inside garbage bags. There I was again, just another night like any, disposing the ..</description>
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			<title>Introduction: Born in Blood, Die in Blood</title>
			<description>The amount of twists and turns in my life are enough to drive any of the strongest men insane. Unfortunately, I've always been there, but definitely fortunate for the life I was born to lead. I was born in blood and I will die in blood.It's time I erase the human in me that I've always envied in oth..</description>
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			<title>Dexter Unraveling</title>
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			<title>Infected Chalice: A Black Metal Story</title>
			<description>In retaliation to their local metal scene, a Thrash band goes Black Metal to take a stand for the spirit of Metal, but they are quickly thrown into a hard life due to prejudice and crime for passion  </description>
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			<title>Sigils on the Door to Voids</title>
			<description>Black Metal lyrics </description>
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			<title>Mother Nocturnus </title>
			<description>			&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Amorous night; how alluring are thee?Engulfed of misty artistryThe stars: a nocturnal delicacyRavish me in lavish beautyFor I am but a lone batWhose wings are frayed by day-I am the starving, cave-plutocrat!When the sun&amp;nbsp;shines&amp;nbsp;dismay				&amp;nbsp; &amp;n..</description>
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