Yesterday's dark I tasted the blight
The suffering was found in my slumber
Is glorifying the agony my second sight
Struck mad in the pain ridden thunder
The cold torture caused me to weep
And I was baptized within my thoughts
God is the jest and Death will not reap
I asked for help but it was all for naught
The Devil of Man offered a new design
Defiantly take pleasure from the afflictions
And our reckoning will come within time
You are undeniable pain without restriction
Writhing in the doubt I owned the silent night
For prides sake I am man in my anguish
I forsake Death and cry for my last rites
Its the lure of a scream I shall vanquish
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