To the World

Let us write a demon of creative code within the matrix of a pure mind, corrupting essence to fill nightmare visions with infernal fear

A letter string of choas and a sin filled flurry of words to curse thier soul with insinuated horrors that make mockeries of inherent flaws

As to the collection of bodies we call the human race we throw the world a star of inevitable destruction in rythmic, sacrificial burn

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