By blasthornoxx
My symbology of the cursed is hard to find.
When my brain is struck my heart is
Struck my heart is cursed.
Like a dark raining destiny.
Future upon my lips eats the desire like a poisonous serpent my life.
Death is what is repeating my life.
A mortal blasfemy is repeating my life.
A mortal blasfemy of hell and haeven.
No wanderers are received in this labyrinth of selfdestruction.
Having it all like a destrucion.
Having it all is like a destruction in the past.
Devourment.
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