Aroused Self-Extinction
Svarttjern
GENRE Sense, willing time, does laughter roam?
In forgotten time
Pulsing skin shows no proves of existence
Death carves through man,through reasons well
For your eyes will never glance in to the open
It's grown thick and way beyond for you too see
Natural growth eats around, but you, you will never see
Theatrical spectacle reveals what many believes, you believe, and will never grow
For such an aging time,one should think a man known more
About why lеaves alwaays fall
With a stronghold growing deeper for a servant so see, thеre is nothing in the way to
Once, your seeds will grow more within me
Slaves, you will never go through change
For your softest spots I moist with spit
For so long discussed confusion
This is you
Satan! Again aroused for hearing what you know
Analyze beyond the meaning can't be done through a pot of
Soil, this again why you will never win
And always fail
Wandering again without knowing you are sheep, you have
Failed, you can never win
I await notes of death
I await your screams of final belief
I await your recognition of faith
I await your eternal silence
I await your final darkness
In forgotten time
Pulsing skin shows no proves of existence
Death carves through man,through reasons well
For your eyes will never glance in to the open
It's grown thick and way beyond for you too see
Natural growth eats around, but you, you will never see
Theatrical spectacle reveals what many believes, you believe, and will never grow
For such an aging time,one should think a man known more
About why lеaves alwaays fall
With a stronghold growing deeper for a servant so see, thеre is nothing in the way to
Once, your seeds will grow more within me
Slaves, you will never go through change
For your softest spots I moist with spit
For so long discussed confusion
This is you
Satan! Again aroused for hearing what you know
Analyze beyond the meaning can't be done through a pot of
Soil, this again why you will never win
And always fail
Wandering again without knowing you are sheep, you have
Failed, you can never win
I await notes of death
I await your screams of final belief
I await your recognition of faith
I await your eternal silence
I await your final darkness
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