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Marching Through This Relentless Path of Misery
Surrounded by Darkness, Overwhelmed by Melancholia
Weathering Through This State of Eternal Turmoil
A Sense of Apathy and Complacent Loneliness
Entombment of a Roughly Pleasurable Existence
Hankering for Nympholeptic Ventures, Seeking an Unknown Pleasure
Inner Urges and Torments, Collapsing Consciousness
Temptress of the Night, Simpering in Vanity Through Episodes of Throbbing Flesh
When Dusk Fell, Under the Gloaming Light of the Moon, I've Came to Terms With My Demonic Being
Sightseeing in the Obliterated Meadows of My Own Machinations
May These Flames of Salvation Disintegrate My Demented Soul to Ashes and Cinders
Paracelsian Productions
