Holymarsh

From the course of the nighttime (nyctophobia)

Holymarsh
The time goes turning to
back. Following the course of
the night. Forget your ego
slowly. Grief and failing a
wish. Lost all your pain.
Hate, Presence of hate. Lies
in your lies. Trapped inside.
Kill. bury your black clouds
and erase your soul.

Meaningless space In the
hidden dread. Lost thought.
your broken trust. Wish to
ashes in the flames threat.
The pain, the torment.

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