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Blessed Obsession

from The Funeral Corridor by Recorruptor

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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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from The Funeral Corridor, released August 21, 2020

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