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Tainted By Pain.
The ink stained poet.
Ink mixes with tears.
Whispers echo through this hell.
The demon draws near.
•
A lost soul's cries grow
Louder with each passing day.
Darkness closes in.
•
Broken hearts, they cry.
Listen to the twisted tunes,
Melodies of death.
•
Shadows creep along
The walls stained with the blood of
The fallen and damned.
•
Shattered dreams drown in
Puddles of inky demise
As the dark choir sings.
•
Flames of pain ignite,
Dancing with all the shades of
The black midnight sky.
•
Sacrifices are
Offered to the God of death
Yet fall to deaf ears.
•
Candles glow dimly,
A faint yellow light gleaming,
Tinting the darkness.
•
Twisted souls wander
Unable to wake up from
This cruel nightmare.
•
Tunes of agony
Create a sweet melody
Of loathing and spite.
•
Tainted by hatred,
Listen to their pleading screams
Music to the ear.
•
Descending deeper,
Sinking into the darkness
Always falling down.
•
The end is coming.
Just hold on a bit longer
Soon, he'll set us free.
Soon,
We
Will
Leave
This
Hellhole...