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Night it never seems to endPools of shadows overflowWitness the souls of those who anger over under ripped and mauledExist alone and imprisoned. these nails slammed in my cell doorI see from this shade of lightPride and avarice and envyAre the sparks that light our heartAnd blaze, it's warmth charredAnd save you, save you from yourselfBy these thin lids the shadows creeping in by my mind, abyss, of all foul thingsPatience, the hunter to consume youWe see the vernacular of reasonNow. Void of FeelingHatred sold its soul. Wait we want to dieThis sin, on and on, take what you canMy sons who are dressed in my fleshDon't tempt with what you possessHunger a greater power than griefI sinned not to dieShadows overflow