A Withered Window Of Smoke Descended Upon The Small Kingdom Of Mankind – Wrapped In Words

Foreign bodies clothed in deceit, sorrow, constitute my undoing while vomiting the paternal resentment of oneself, see the flames lick the flesh, feel it wash away the scars of yesterday, building the walls of victory bathed in blood, take the steps ahead without remorse, feed the beast that lay at your feet for it will show no fear on the eve of death if it is loyal only to thee, remove the coat made from your sins and step into the light of destiny, the pale man knows not what he gathers, for he only gathers not absorbs, be the tomorrow yesterday wishes you to be, to become…

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