Emperor Concerto - Ansketil
My passion is an arch,
Of withered, frozen hatred,
Through which I view the galaxy,
Triumphant.
The splintering of my innocence,
Was not some bestial tableau,
But the slow drowning of my soul,
In silence.
My apprenticeship was a strangulation,
A blotting out of humanity,
An introduction to my addiction,
Control.
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