Furthering Evil from Depredation by Deciphering the Luciferian

Lamentations of a fallen man, agony forgotten and evermore unnoticed
Like a common prayer, none care to listen,
labeled the product of immeasurable nothing
Wretched, languished in abhorrent weakness, a stench of a fallible flesh
Glance in the mirror of solemn revelation, witness the reverberant failure,
the one of intrinsic base function
Every toil could be taken, every mire dried and voided,
yet worthlessness personified is the frail step of man

Hear me God.
God.

The breed of the common nexus, exuding the same portrayal of familiar reflection,
yet you're the one left in dire absence
Pensive, a mind given to why this is,
what stratifies to the point lower than that which is the same in congregation
Perhaps it's an ingrained cowardice, still,
left in the seethe of the shallow turmoil alone
To where the casting of deepest dread and directionless ire
A nowhere, a no one, for even the corners of a barren home have their shadows,
a darkness guarding them, a loyal patron

So, then,
my inner-most value to so be endowed to a garrison of blackened hatred
For I will solemnly remove the callous from your pocketed hands
In supreme truth of visceral indignance, I shall toil the anguish, waiting,
for Hell has a plan for all,
the devil will foster the opportunity for the waste that is your essence,
to be reviled through your own eyes in broken mirror's rippled reciprocated gaze.

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