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SHEOL
Night fell in the minds of men
Their pages smeared, spine bent
In narcoleptic dreams phantasmic
Another strand is affixed
Strewn about, somatic sludge
Bound together by the grudge
In closeness they drudge
To feel the difference lacking
Another brick, grouted, stacking
No less anguish than being one
Their suffering became whole
Song of the eidolons sung
The opera of blackened lungs
Such purity they emblazon
I watch their alabaster gaze
Motion away from twilight haze
To some far, peripheral place
These mannequins born to wait
I beget them, corroded souls
From dimensions, intangible
I bid them to inhabit this
My carrion, from Hell dismissed
Woe became iniquity, internal strife
To know cold of the fallen star
A Stygian sky now unblemished by light
It's here I would become the scar
Scourge arisen from ashen field
All blood and bone, the flesh is peeled
A monolith built to pitch the clouds
The flames erupt to bring it down
Their bodies become trees
And tears become leaves
Inhaled ash of their screams
A seed, in darkness flourished
Miasma of the malnourished
Pulled from the chasm I created
Wherein capriform masqueraded
Upon oleaginous ground
I built my crown
Bones of the mound
This affinity for the damned
Drink of malignancy from holy hand
Nascent, risen effigy ophidian
Apollyon, Sheol empyrean
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