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SCARS OF CREATION

I remember the infinite darkness
That choked the life from infantile stars
The crux of things that crept unimpeded
In the blackness born of Creation's scars

There is the grip of madness
That won't ever let me go

WILL NOT EVER LET ME GO

Elder gods seem to fade
With the essence of light infests
All that we are to be
Ancient rites come to life
In the pretense of violence
It's what we are to be

I dismember my heart just to survive
Below the distant celestial rays
As I fade with the memories of you
Bitter winds blow the ash from the flames

There is the grip of madness
That won't ever let me go

WILL NOT EVER LET ME GO

Elder gods seem to fade
With the essence of light infests
All that we are to be
Ancient rites come to life
In the pretense of violence
It's what we are to be

The violent ache in my bones
Will not subside to be gone
Like a cancer that's hanging on
To kill this grave and secret song

RIGHT WHERE WE BELONG

Elder gods seem to fade
With the essence of light infests
All that we are to be
Ancient rites come to life
In the pretense of violence
It's what we are to be


HadesRising
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2021 Frank Green
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