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Everyone against themselves

Who Will Help Me Wash My Right Hand

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For MALIGNANT VI compilation

Blindly crossing the threshold
No turning back
Not this time
The grey skies hang heavy
Waves crash against the rocks
The silent angel grasps my ankles, and I feel the cold water swallow me.
I feel it swallow me
(and in turn) I swallow it

She carefully removes the blindfold and
Begins inserting the metal hooks
Nerves unwind from skeletal spools
Forming red kaleidoscope webs
Sprawling across the visual field
Feeding the end through the eye of the needle
My silent angel makes her work
Seamlessly stitching the fractals of flesh
As tears of salvation stream from her eyes
And through my veins
(In waves of pain)

The meaning of life and
The meaning of death
Will both self-annihilate
In one final act

SALVATION COMES IN WAVES OF PAIN (unmastered)

Gnawed - Forever

     











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