Of The Lost
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Jun 28, 2014
We are only as much as the coated, heavily glazed knowlege we see through this spectrum build from the moment humanity touches our mangled, empty black souls.
Strip this mask,
peel off all remaining humanity and you are left with mere horror.
A silence so evil, yet your being is clear from the muck we hide behind, this disturbing emptiness is none but a peace to our previous ignorant embodied beings.
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