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A Thousand Whispers

A thousand whispers cry,
throughout the darkness filling this void
fires of crucifixion
Burning the remnants of their sanity
The footsteps of their faith
fading from them to the serpetine evil
devouring their lives.

A thousand whispers scream,
through this realm of immortal decay
Voices of deception
Intoxicating their mind's with illusions
Mistress of suicide has lied again
Bound forever in the arms of wasted hope
Till insanity has gifted them imagination.

A thousand whispers die,
Stricken to ash by demon's haunting them.
Reincarnation has been defiled,
A thousand spirits of bloodstains and anger,
they wander forsaken.
The road of heaven's promise,
has been jaded.
Hallowed be thy a song to gift them comfort.
No breathe should face maim,
this sinister.

A thousand whispers dream,
sharing harmonic vengeance for their return.
Reincarnation has been defiled,
yet has granted them eternal blight of guilt.
Let their hunger fill all needs,
Enjoy this giving of murder's sacrifice.
In prayer for this change of feast,
an ocean of a thousand whispers drift
in salvation.

"Feel the wind, there is a voice
within' it's touch, that's lost and lonely.
This is suicide's victim, who wanders
forsaken on a lie"

Sincerely,
Darkys Black