Another night for my own poison to swallow me.
I really am unsure why I write in this, as no one reads it.
Bred for a Devil's path, I am darkness...nothing more.
I'm still unsure of why these thigns overcome my soul.
I hate the christian kind with a burnign passion, the followers of god disgust me. Repulsion. Hatred. Loathing. Resentment. Spite. Malice. Animosity. Deadlocked. Bloodlust. Chaos. Choked. Consumed.
All words in my favour. Words in my guise, for my benefit.
Why do I exist?
Where is my saving grace?
From penance have I?
All unanswered questions for an especially bleak life.
Let the darkness come to me.
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Shallow Tome Of Depression
Racked in the mental anguish of the un-worthy.
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