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Xasthur Telepathic With The Deceased

see how easy, expendable it is for human life to be forgotten, Haters of life are telepathic with the deceased. Fragments of failure, some said it was

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: All (human) colors die in blistering winds, When all days are put to rest, My world will begin, alone, without life, without light. Cruel death (Torched

: Who they are, who they once were is what they fear (Murdered by those they hold near) In a new age without a planet to rebuild The end of the earth

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that will never see the same again, After I've shattered your mirrors forever I will not be kind in the torture you desire Walking through genocidal remnants With

And the weak degenerated for centuries To come without the strength to triumph Over written prophecies, For it is you who will die for the bastard's

Who they are, who they once were is what they fear (Murdered by those they hold near) In a new age without a planet to rebuild The end of the earth served

paradise is nowhere to hide Tormenting black shadows are the remains Even after you find the "light" The key to my energy is to kill you with your will