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Watchful Eyes in the Temple of Aspiration

from The Funeral Corridor by Recorruptor

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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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from The Funeral Corridor, released August 21, 2020

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