Reserve a seat of comfort in the skies
Let me know pray before I die
Seek, and ye shall not find -
Blind leading the Blind
Forget and be Forgotten
The oiled gates are opening
into the ice & flames and
Broken glass sharp as a brand new razor
Of Hell
Standing upright and glaring
Realizing I'm looking from within
Hammered with mirrored nails of psychic horror
The walls are so steep
I cannot fall...
Notes from Porchester Ward 2009
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