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4. Bone Harvest

Sleeping within my traphold, 

Faceless abominations show themselves, 
Eating away at the heart of I, 
The throat of man I will grasp, 
With a ravishing grimness we will destroy,
Love is the only abomination one here, 
Fleeting are these thoughts of you...

I can’t resist this permanence,
I can’t risk my thoughts,
I can’t hear my relief, 
There is no salvation for the weak!

Holding my arm like a razorblade, 
Keeping my signature forged in deceit, 
We live only for when we meet
Consuming, I can always hear them,
They want to live
Consuming, can always hear them,
Walking among these shells
Condemned to the gallows
Condemned to these shadows
Were any of us ready for this hell

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