There’s a sign carved deep, In the palm, of your
hand, There’s a birthmark craving, On the left
side of your heart.
Your life was forever structured, composed and
eternally given, (The dying you produce never
stops, In the sound of universal destruction.)
(There’s an inherent nihilism in your spirit.)
Into your glory of emptiness, I send my lifeforce,
My Death Be death with me, Be death with me, death
with me, death with me. My Death
Odium humani generis, Odium humani generic Odium
humani generis, Odium humani generis
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