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Mask Of Tribulation
As the moon shed its feathers of night. The stains of dreams
dripped in pools of nightmares. With whispers of shadows at
my mind's alto. Peering through my screams. Hungering for the
spit. As my walls turned to frost with patches of death
inscribing my chaos. Before the mask of tribulation bellows.
dripped in pools of nightmares. With whispers of shadows at
my mind's alto. Peering through my screams. Hungering for the
spit. As my walls turned to frost with patches of death
inscribing my chaos. Before the mask of tribulation bellows.
Published 12th Sep 2021
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