Darkness abound, Chaos blatant, So rejoices death. Dying angels, Smarting spirits, In this cacophony Of silent extirpation, My demons seek strife, Perveyors of demises, Deathly devils, Are fulfilled. In this annihilation Of aspirations, Revels my soul, Finding bliss, In this everlasting, Quietude.
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Surrounded I was by many, many moaning hearts, My heart, I felt for the last time, blurred vision, sound echoing from far, Black satin with milky lace they decorated the case, I felt like a queen again in white purest