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Purple Vestige

by SAUL

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1.
Rampaging on within the confides Of a weak and sunken shell Growing tired of manipulation Breaking nails to escape the well I seem to face the same obstacles set by my brain and all though I can pray that bastard God drove me insane The sorrow is immortal Dropped through witchs portal Carnage falls from the light above striking fiercely upon my skull, what is the hell I have been tossed in I feel the hands give a rapid pull Stuck in what I can not tell but I distinctly remember the smell The grinding of meat and bones Iam neither in heaven nor hell The kind of evil that makes men scream to the point that the throat shall swell this is where hthe turley convicted are banished to eternally dwell I Salivation for salvation drips from my cheeks as I pray to death I reach out to the sky's in hope to feel the martyrs hand
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A savage man birthed from the bastard lands, the seed that made him was planted by an evil hand, another dammed, another soiled barley man, another sham, another body for the wicked clan The burst of light from the relic sheath, a sound that forces you to grind your teeth, smoke infused with the stench of meat, reaping what's sowed by another's deed A drop of milk from mothers teet To cool your tongue from hellish heat A pressing towards what can't be beat Dreading the prophecy to take the seat Torturous morals youll fucking burn like the mortals, no higher power can save you from this definite turmoil, the blood for the oil, a trade that only leaves coiled, the piles of the dead that tried to stop and were foiled, The crown that's placed upon your head makes you no more than man over fed I stare into the the pool and cleanse my hands of soul that stood in way of plans You seem displeased but you still fall to your knees Vessels storm towards the open beach only to be brought down by my reach, thee veil reich I've been damed to lead is draining me of everything Now is the new reign Now is the meaning of pain Forgotten flesh line the walls of the home Where in secret was the gaining of the throne The thorns that line the chair cut a line finer than hairs
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Awaken in human waste Who's is this who's to blame What is this place I have been tossed to I've forgotten myself Who's to blame for the pain that I feel inside myself Will the curse be lifted or will I always have to be a slave And the bastard son that is me The horrors I've seen bound at my feet carry the blade across my eyes what can I try to scrap grasping for air gripping Give In To The Curse Your Soul Is Soiled For Ever More

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released September 9, 2016

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