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Enveloping obsidian,
And skies of jet. Of acid rain. Of acid words. Burn the skin, Form corrosive pools. Of endless pound. Of endless melt. Stips the fabric of being, 'Till there's little left. Of broken life. Of broken mind. Nothing to take, No more to live. Of wanting something. Of wanting anything. Anything to bring... Bring this flame again. Of dormant state. Of dormant feel. Fade to black.
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