the atrium of the insane aassulym
no help for me, just the dead way and pent up rage of the bosses and who suicided them
swear till death my delight wont be here again
dawn of the alive no way could i survive in a hope so alive
death beyond dirt, wipe off a t-shirt for the hurt of wisdom
struggle beneath the sheets and regardless of the dreams
necromancer by standards living in a old fasthion place dead do out did not suffer a clean life
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