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Infected human rally upon many faces,for a love that seeketh light into deepened places. Yet eyes that fade into dark feast on closed sight,cometh behind are those who crawl with spite,not feeding without a tortured respite. Instrumental tongues dead beyond the tones of ears as of many grateful unions invite beasts, Taketh beating hearts of flesh that warms blood a life meats. inflamed is the bellies of those shadowed the very weak,Sounds of muted breaths walketh into night and day never to speak. Only as of creative from wicked hearts that power resides,Chains sown for living minds. Sacrificial herds for fiendish souls of ancient pasts,Seething rumbles must tether before peace can pass. Down into depths link black storms,fire shaped creatures rise impure as a new born.
