Rectified
There's something dark in my laughter
That feeds the worms so well
As they engorge themselves on my matter
And as I slowly sink into my hell
There's something wrong with the way im not fit
Cast to the flames stripped of my rings
How mundane it seems to speak of this shit
As if these angels ever had wings
Here comes another master
How nice it feels to burn with the wind
These demons fear my laughter
Damned souls tend to be dimmed
poem by Jon Hark
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