What bringer of happiness is this?
A pale triumph, a sour victory?
A turned tide in your favor?
The hope to oppress, to down trod.
Undiscovered hideousness in your soul lies, retched vermin.
Ill gotten gains, built upon distortions, upon lies.
Truth unknown on your lips.
Vile hatred of justice.
Convoluted beliefs of righteousness.
Swiftly the night will come, heavier than ever before.
The light dimmer than you recall.
No way out.
No way up.
No pleading will set you free.
Your eternity awaits.
Your eternity has already begun.
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Chilling.
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