Sensations of anguish swallow me whole
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anxiety drills its way to the marrow
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the quill I dip in the red ink impure
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to compose poetry by which they are allured
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Mounted upon a three-legged horse
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my zest for life trudges forth
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an invitation to the phantoms unseen
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the kama-rupic rinds in betwixt and between
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Like souls of sinners in purgatory fires
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striving to escape the jaws of demise
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the remnants of unbridled human desires
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severed from matter by the kiss of the Scythe
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Concealed in the multitude of leeches
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yearning to feed on my vitality
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I can sense the intensity of their hunger
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to consume what is still left of me
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Predatory functions inhabiting not flesh
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as if vicious thoughts were floating around
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sharing the collective curse
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the compulsion of parasite paradigms
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Drained me dry and emptied my chalice
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leaving but an echoing well behind
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locked up I am in this dark chrysalis
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to hatch out devoid of body, soul and mind
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Wrapped in the multitude of leeches
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yearning to feed on thy vitality
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thou can sense the intensity of our hunger
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to consume what is still left of thee
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Blood Beguiles Phantoms
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Alghazanth |