Cessation

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To embers. To ash. To dust. The rotting scab from the wound which remains, in itself, a wound.

Never fully healing. No scar. Only flesh. Ripe. Putrid. Constant.

A reminder of lost time. Wasted days. The parasite which mocks, which spits in my face, is eternal.

No amount of pain can ever fill the void.

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from World Tomb, released December 3, 2015

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