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Been hit by centrifugal mass of own blood socked the heart,
Yet core hit by the dire the ore carried by the mass of blood,
The symptom turned me to the vampyre to seek flown mass,
The heart hit by the symptom the mass moving keep in dark.

The lub-dub shaft to hit the ribs, that from heart to gluttony,
The blood been clotted to throat inside, gutter stuck by mass,
All vital forces on revenge, lungs paining to a pain-pleasure,
My hands reach to cosmic space empty palms gains a power.

No healing from the rest, fire burning inside on the toll on me,
The inner surrender to fire now & gains respire in the serene.
Ripped eyes recover from the pain of pain-pleasure all inside,
Yet darkness covered my conscious bundled to dire the light.




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