Obsequiously i had to run
Lost my sanity in my heart inconsequently
Clouded by the ideal of becoming a necromancer , Everything is sorb
My virtuousness had to sojourn else where
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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