echoes of a rotting lullaby./By:Haunted Lunacy

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lurid, splendid darkness decay.
Burning silence, screams on display
for all too see in my museum of wretched macabre.

seething hatred, silent, sacred.
mutilated daydreams, wisdom of the insane
welcome to my mortuary of whispered delusions

echos of a rotting lullaby
voices of the distant damned
chains of eternal discontentment
binding me to the devil I am

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