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The Funeral Corridor

from The Funeral Corridor by Recorruptor

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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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from The Funeral Corridor, released August 21, 2020

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