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Clocks pelt forward, I remain stagnant in this chair, no sound, no sentiment. My colorless eyes locked to the mirror reflecting the atrocity before it. Every last emotion conjured into a silent, motionless, and cold stare. The sun rises and the sun falls. Outer spirits howl with me in the fires below. Still I look into the glass as suicide flows through my blood viscously churning. I begin to shake. Erase the sickness from the earth. I am undeserving, I am misfortune. I am undeserving, I am misfortune the curser and the unwilling never to change what I’ve done, and I suffer the consequence eternally.

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from In The Wake Ov S​ò​l, released December 25, 2020

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