Crumbling away reality
from central self perception 

Creating depravity
the aggregate of souls


Through manipulations
and infinity's neutrality 

Of simple situations
paradox burning zone 


Truth buried below
in the cold and farther reaches

Deep in a hollow
inside a shell within a shell


If you close your eyes
you cannot see black flames in darkness

You can feel it rise
upon the smokescreen of all hell


Though you may not recognize
we are the bitter ashes

What was once a valued prize
in churning moments bent


Not dead, but only forgotten
through our time so lost and miserable

Sickened, decayed and rotten
merge with space at once again 




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