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Hail To Agony This tomb Encapsulating, enclosing, drowning me in my own pleasure An immaculate mess of which the world has seen the likes of ever before. Never either again What happened to our collective passion? Snuffed out under the douter of lust made complete Covered in the films of the weakness we beseech like priests of pain Sorrow for this long awaited goodbye Observing deceased dreams The cornerstones of the desires made in my mind Let go! Allow death to tighten its grip as you release the bonds of this earthly design Eradicate the earthly confines To sever the silver cord Immaculate singularity made divine I know it's all just simply a dream Though this adversity it seems so real to me The unrequited love of this place where I will never be permitted to craft an abode of my own What happened to our collective passion? Snuffed out under the doubter of lust made complete Covered in the films of weakness we
