Motal Dark 2

Dense the spit no call at all has been from all claws monument at vast to turn about vision.
It's from gross death with it splash doomed of clashes dash past for moist.
The thirst that cursed amongst lives died in fire.

In those eyes be through teeth people always even me saw defeat when to speak to protect
the identity.
They flee in sake of peace health is weak bleeding deep in the soul.
It is to the core the more streaks going through my flesh.
I am at the desk pencil writing again under here.

I descend to transcend many at the end.
The door opens to a fiend now it was trouble begin.
The destined at most lost sought to nothing breaking shallow graves.
Its ace of spades to play the cards right well didn't today.

I am to not disgrace of days given away a stray paste building blocks of clay though hidden
in space without taste.
The dark erase humanity of stay brilliant at the bay foreshadowed grey
anyway not bruised by the day.
It's in the order of things to wait doomed of it if may so continue.

It's the case to strive for better ghost as lay seen causes of a vortex that hits the
land to cause terror in the face of death.
Those who's to help no one belongs dead wrong humans play glazed.
This of a shield of iron head straight to slave about pay.
It's every week to mask eternal hate after here all gone fake everything
everyone falls including us.

The dust mirrors broken folding sense the dawn of time had out shine a land of worlds
called them known as humans.
The deceitful they tea pool bag themselves over hell oh well.
What is to come?
The end swell captured inside of a shell to tell a story of a legend.

Who once was on this earth called sprawl?
In the four walls with blood is dripping from them simple as a gun blood triggered.
The sadness is it the lost?
It's done as it would come to this sentence yet.

Then again at the lines at the bottom far to seek the top down back
to the bottom once more again.
Then again laps win spleen it sings tunes of happiness then soon no light.
It's here back in the dark to fall apart.

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It coming to terms with death.