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I find it near impossible to encounter anything in life without analyzing it to the point it loses interest. Where is the fun in enjoying a free ride through anything? Abhorring something to the point it darkens the hearts of those around you is a task not intended of the impassioned. Growing close to someone is self destructive and malicious at best, but given the chance I would earn a new heart ache yearly for eternity if I could. Behold the all-knowing unholy tempest. You are my lamb for the slaughter. Come, seek refuge in my black heart. Allow me to devalue what you hold dear and to turn you away from the teat before you've found yourself satisfied. Find yourself alone in your thoughts and allow the razor to make mockery of flesh. If there is no God and Satan is a fairy tale... if there is no heaven and there is no hell... then when you find yourself empty and longing, seek refuge in me. For I am the end.
Peering into who I am is not for the weak hearted. Prepare your mind for war. Prepare yourself for Hell.
Peering into who I am is not for the weak hearted. Prepare your mind for war. Prepare yourself for Hell.