What awaits me if I jump in? the wirl pool looks appetizing but it can't quench my thirst. I am blood Hungary and can't find the substance to fill my void. An abyss that cannot be fathomed. the lifeless black so pure that it hurts.
Who can tell me what exactly is sin? as we direct our thought pattern only at the worst. The prophet that expresses his views is little and coy. The ears of passers burn by the snaked absurdity. The fiery red a lit in a moment.
Do we understand the scrutiny we preach? The unattainable we spread to the awaited. I have consumed the last stride to accomplish. The void is my temple embraced in my grasp. The triumph of completing nothing runs deep in my veins.
