Only the blind know real beauty for it does not lie in what they see.
He, who drinks from the devils grail with glee, gives thy essence in eternal servitude.
The way of the intellect is filled with prosper, but he path of the righteous is tainted by thy own blood.
It is not death that I fear or the afterlife of the abyss but it is the life I live and the completeness that I miss.
Death paves the way for a mirrored life for though I died, I rose from the ashes like a phoenix. The flames that burn are no longer with warmth but with an inferno of rage and vengeance.
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