abstract likness fills the void of dark thoughts within
sunk unto the minds of those that cant think for themselves now abolished by sin
like a bleak fading memory, it stares upon you as an unknown
inner trembleing urges for hatred
never allowing itself to be noticed nor even shown
blackened spoiles of inner peace thrown away like trash
the darkened void as sharp as a knives edge soon to slay
feeding on a transitional cycle of pain consuming us as it would prey
clouded by confusion, the masses run away in fear
a sense of hopelessness closes in, unknowingly syphened from the entity drawing near
once upon us, it will be too late
covered shroud of darkness, dissolving any good intentions by hate.
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