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The Funeral Corridor
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Succumb unto the depths of death. See the screams and torture of dying souls as the story begins...
A staircase spirals further into the abyssal pit of death’s great passage. The light above which masked all earthly souls is slowly dissipating with every step in my descent into a dusk bathed in the great unknown. The dark below has led me into peril which I cannot fathom. “Father! Master! Where have I arrived? Father! Master! This place is one I cannot countenance.” Death has overcome her soul. This corridor of funeral haunts me, breathing death into her soul to set her free. Priests of passing bring her down to her knees - “Guide her through the purgatory safely unto Heaven’s Gates”. This corridor of funeral swallows me, disregarding any of her tired pleas. Priests of passing dip her down into the black sea. Nothing will stop my lust to end this grief. I shall make my way through The Funeral Corridor. Curse your judgment, O Lord of the Heavens. I cannot bargain with a God of such deception. Father! Master! Oh how I have cried! Father! Master! This death is one I cannot countenance. Grief has overcome my soul. Racing down the outer circle, into the dying portal. Smiting all foes waiting to revoke my trial to reanimate. The journey of revival begins. Curse your judgment, O Lord of the Heavens. Fuck your assessment, God of my darkness. Pleading with you in the past led to nothing gained. Begging for your wisdom to come led to nothing explained. Now I have my own answer. Curse your judgment, O Lord of the Heavens. Fuck your assessment, God of my darkness. Death shant overcome her soul.
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Tormented Egress
05:02
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“Follow into the dilapidated valley - a sanction of aversion. Heed prudence, mindful of the vile beasts within.” They dissipate into the dusk of the tormented egress. Forty-seven serpent heads slither into the depths, lusting to constrict and devour my extremities. Ophidian orbs of hundred gaze into my soul. This otherworldly journey has begun. Sprint swiftly to isolation from the brutes of plague. Yet they still chase within the dusk of the tormented egress. These villains run rampant, thirsting for my blood and flesh. Fucking carnivorous critters long to purge my sin through excessive mauling and torture. Torture. Torture. Torture. Above, a behemoth perched upon the watchtower who views my struggles within his land. Mouth full of daggers, organized to masticate the flesh and bone of trespassing foes. The hunt begins. Snakes constrict upon my limbs as to harness me for my demise. Lord of torment narrows further with desire to pulverize.
Belie the darkness. I no longer succumb. Godhead incarnate I have become.
My power runs rampant, thirsting for my raging vengeance. Fucking carnivorous creature I have become through excessive mauling and torture. Torture. Torture. Torture. They dissipate into the dusk of the tormented egress.
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Souls of Limbo
05:06
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I feel I have become a God - unassailable, invincible and overridden with pride. I am uncontainable, wholly indestructible, passing through the window, where the souls of limbo reside. Voyagers adrift endlessly in limbo. Specters of the infinite void, once slain by the sin that they were exhuming. I am fucking horrified - absolutely scandalized. Treading through the window, souls of limbo before my eyes. Men, women and children failed, suffering through what they’ve trailed. Leprous skin and screeching wails. The souls in unity, they hail..."Fuck your pride, for it will fail you.” Disgusting aberration of my self-identity has called upon a tornado of souls to terminate me. “Brainwash this egotistical ‘God’. Exterminate the murderous one.” Perturbation settling into my mind like a disease, a cancer stripping cells of sanity away, despite my pleas. In two, my brain is split. “Indoctrinate this pile of shit.” “What a fucking pile of shit, embedded into himself. He will never fucking quit. He will face an overpowering doom.” Apparitions of the nonexistence prey upon my heart, yearning to boast my prideful severed head atop their mantle. “Brainwash this egotistical ‘God’. Exterminate the murderous one.” I am fighting for continuation of my life, in debt to my dearest love. I cannot wait to see her any longer. My lust is growing heavy. The wraiths of limbo overbearing.
“Leave this cursed hellish place, or die.”
Specters of the infinite void once slain by the sin that they were exhuming. I am fucking horrified - absolutely scandalized. Escape through the window - leave the souls of limbo behind.
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Blessed Obsession
06:08
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I am alone, on this lengthened stretch of oblivion. The scenery is blank, the plain is still. Only my thoughts fill this void of emptiness with colour, and they are painted vibrant with lust. Three deadly sins of pride and murder, I host. The third is swiftly growing - lust, I now boast. To see her face and feel her flesh, I want the most.
I will cheat death against a God I have renounced.
To battle head to head with gargantuan foes endlessly, only to happen upon a land containing nothing leaves me unaware of the enemy I helplessly cannot see within my self - my darkest fears unending. Inner demons feast voraciously on my stability - my biggest foe thus far is myself, and it is brooding. Hands of time do not budge, yet it feels like days passing in mere moments. Parasitic lust encompasses my intellect, for I cannot fight what I am blind to see. Bracing for the ultimate mindfuck. Sanity escaping, body awestruck. A horde of winged beasts is nothing for the God incarnate - The foe I can’t defeat is myself. O what I have created. Hands of time do not budge, yet it feels like days passing in mere moments. Parasitic lust encompasses my intellect, for I cannot fight what I am blind to see. I’ve been walking for miles, but only moved an inch. I’ve been talking out loud, to an audience of one. This multiplying ardor deepens down into my core, selfishly obtaining every aspect of my being. Inner demons feast voraciously on my stability - my biggest foe thus far is myself, and it is brooding. A horde of winged beasts is nothing for the God incarnate - The foe I can’t defeat is myself. O what I have created. Just before I find complete insanity, with my truest colors shown, A herd of ghouls stampede to rip me down from my lustful throne. I am not alone, on this lengthened stretch of oblivion. The scenery is growing, the plain filling with gloom. No longer my thoughts fill this void of emptiness - and it is painted pale with doom.
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Moribund
03:34
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Hell has unleashed its finest specimen to destroy me, just as I was most unaware. The begrudging demons are strong in number, and take me down to their lair. Icy white teeth splay open my flesh, as the blood stains the bare skin of evil. Claws sharp as saw blades take hold of my body - the skin begins to peel. This world has baited me into believing I wasn’t strong enough. The only enemy was myself? I see that was a taunting bluff. Curse ye, illustrious controller of this bleeding, tattered carcass. I merely wanted love, but you have proved this journey worthless. Bones spur from the inside out. Deceit smells across their breath. To agony and pain, I am devout. The bandits leave me near death.
Moribund.
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“Look down, ye clinging onto dear life. This place you’ve awakened to contains a gazing horror. Bear witness the urge to view this place, for us watchful eyes shall burn you alive. The terror! All your aspirations close, but your fate is in the hands of the malignant optic being. Look down, ye grasping onto greed. Your sin is ever fruitful, but you mustn’t lose your creed.” The ruins of my darkest deeds have opened its gates - this is the manifestation of all that is greed. The pillars built on avarice - the hallways, with rapacity, all possessed by visions waiting for me to see myself die. “You will die, one way or another. Within our shrouded palace or out, you shall be smothered. The sin will find a way to make its final laceration. Death starts here in the temple of aspiration.”
The ever-watchful eyes in the temple of aspiration.
What is this unholy temple I have come upon? Is there no way out? Never-ending maze. I walk in the dark. I shall close my eyes, for they watch me still, still staring. Gazing. Waiting. Anticipating my demise. Glaring. Leering. Peering. Provoking visual contact. My oddly-fueled longing to look into the black curbed by my growing sense that she is near. In my peripherals, the anomaly follows close, aroused with every showcase of my fear. “You will die, one way or another. Within our shrouded palace or out, you shall be smothered. The sin will find a way to make its final laceration. Death starts here in the temple of aspiration.” I view a light protruding from the plafond - and there I see her. Kneeling, praying, is my long lost love, scathed and bruised. I call to my love, as she gets up in a stir. I weep in affection, yet she seems mused. “Lover, why have you come this far?” I cannot fathom this question. “Lover, why not leave me to die?” I cannot fathom this question. “Lover, why have you tainted me with your sin?” Disbelief. “Oh lover.” I searched for you, lover. I nearly died, lover. And now you’re not the fucking same.
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At the moment, I fear my love has departed from her mind. She speaks only of being in the arms of God, rather than mine. After the treacherous journey I’ve survived, why would she not want to come back to me? Nevertheless, my goal is complete. She is mine. Polarizing options growing to a head, come back to the living or return to the dead. She begs, “give me serenity in death. Allow me to venture heaven from these cursed depths.” Pleas grow tired unto my benighted ears. My decision is made, no matter how many tears. Within this awful altercation we soon realize the realm in which we’ve stumbled to. A prison of self-annihilation - A purgatory of all who fell prey to suicide. Phantoms hang atop the rafters. Eviscerated bodies lie on the floor. Gunshot wounds soon after bring blood that drains evermore. Forced to look upon with dread, Knives into throats, driven deep. Walls are covered in red. The ichor continues to seep. Amidst the breathless, I weep.
All I see is red. All I see is dead.
She begs, “give me tranquility in death. Allow me to escape your sin within these cursed depths.” Pleas grow tired unto my benighted ears. My decision is made, no matter how much she fears. Overridden with disgusting images and pain, my will to continue is temporarily strained. The sin of sloth shall overcome my soul. Rest and be still, absolutely nothing more. She strolls the gangways, looking down upon the dead with a yearning desire to have her wishes met. “If heaven is too far, and life would be hell, then self-inflicted murder may just be the best bet.” Sloth has overcome me - death has overcome she.
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“Death is so misunderstood,
when no one knows you have nothing to live for. Life engrained in unwilling hell
is something no soul should take anymore.” She calls for God to take her away, bound and broken within my chains. Absent of intervention, she lusts for expiration. “Death is all that I am, God may have abandoned me. Life enslaved in unwilling hell is something my soul won’t take anymore.”
“O Father, bestow upon me pure death.
Allow me to take my final breath.
Do not deny my soul to be free -
I’ll kill myself to be
away from pain, in purgatory.”
“Horrendous long lost love, you are but now a shell of what you were. You have succumbed to all transgressions of the holy word. Dreadfully tainted is the man that I had left behind. Murdering, lusting, greedy fucking prideful is how you are now defined.” “Heaven was just so close, and you’ve dragged me so far. Now the time has come for me to depart. I shall occupy the region of suicide - agonizing in a place where only gruesome pain resides. Hell is now so far, and you’ve dragged me so close. Now the time has come. This is the fate I chose. I shall occupy the region of suicide - rejoicing in a place where not even your sin resides.” “There is no retreat, there is no turning back. Death has overcome the vibrance of our horizons, and it is painted black. I may leave the plains of life now, but make no mistake. Death finds a way into all corners of life, and yours is the next it will take.” “Bestow upon me pure death.” “O Lover, I bestow upon me pure death. I now take my final breath. Never again will you detain me - I’ve killed myself, and now I’m finally free.”
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Descending deep into an ultimate despondency, I wail for recantation - met with disavowal. "You have brought this down upon yourself”, God proclaims, “and now I present you your denouement”. Suffer forever. My life, devoured. “I will make an example of you with your horrendous execution...let all know through your death that loss is a process that you cannot defy - you must accept your broken fate, and accept she had died. Plummet much further, and discern your chagrin. View your summited transgressions and perish in your sin.” Forever in exile of darkness, I burn. Forever in the vile fate that I’ve earned. I wish for the final mortal strike of God, as he tortures me with the manifestation of my darkest deeds. “You have created this world for yourself”, God exclaims, “and now I present you your denouement." Father! O Father! You’ve sent me to burn in the fire. I shall bathe in the flame of this hell you’ve created. This spiral of pyre, I’m incarcerated. Forever in exile of darkness, I burn. Forever in the vile fate that I’ve earned. Plummet much further, and discern your chagrin. View your summited transgressions and perish in your sin.” Forever in exile of darkness, I burn. Forty-three days of travel and torture, surmounted atop of this mountain - met with venturers who share my story; searching for what can never return. “Everything withers away. Every sin must be paid. Your love is astray, demise underway. You’re apart because of a God you disobeyed.” “I take pleasure in lowering you into your tomb. You chose to walk this path, and for this, I knew your death was inevitable.”
God sent death upon us all.
God sent death upon us all. God sent death upon us all. We walked down this path to fall. God sent death upon us all.
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