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Break The Seal

What's my genre, don't say solo
There's no entry with your halo
One more time now with some fervor

Less like tortured, more like murdered
Glass bulb your bones to taunt the light
So that I might see you clearer

Breathing shadow lit inverted
Reach your hand through to disturb it
Recite idols, unfold, summons

Scorching bastions of emotion
Black mist is poured out from our pride
Spread thin across thee like lotion

What's my genre, lets say spectral
Wrapping around your throat, tendril
Interlaced with thoughts entwining

Behold pain we're deifying
Marked, you are scratching at the wall
But you can't outrun what's inside.
Written by Fishmander
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