DARK IS THE REALM OF THE ENDLESS NIGHT, FILLED WITH THE CORRUPT, AND MINDLESS... DEVIL SPAWN MOVE FREE AND WITHOUT EFFORT OR SHAME IN THIS ILLGOTTEN PLACE, BONES BECOME BARE AS FLESH ROTS AN BURNS WITH THE EVIL OF THIS DOMAIN, THE FOUL STENCH OF DEATH IS SO APPARENT HERE THAT IT SEEMS COMMON PLACE, FILTH AND SICKNESS ARE ONLY MINOR PROBLEMS, INFECTION AND DISEASE RUN RAMPANT, YOU WILL BECOME TRANSFORMED AS YOU ARE ENGULFED BY THE MISGUIDED RULES OF THE LAWLESS, LAW AND ORDER HAVE NO PLACE IN THE LAND OF THE LOST, TO BE SILENT IS TO EXCEPT THE HORRIFIC MADNESS OF ETERNAL EVIL, TO SPEAK OUT AGAINST THE VILE WAYS OF THE MASSES IS AN INVITATION FOR DEATH, BUT TO WANT DEATH...IS ONLY NATURAL...HERE... TO LONG FOR DEATH...IS TO BE EXPECTED...HERE... BUT TO KISS DEATH...TO BE LOVERS WITH DEATH...IS ANOTHER THING... FOR DEATH IS ONLY A MOMENTARY HAVEN FOR THE DAMNED... AFTER ALL DEATH FOR THE IMMORAL AND WEAK OF HEART IS NOT WHAT YOU EXPECT, FOR SOME DEATH IS THE RELEASE OF THE WORLDS EVIL, FOR OTHERS DEATH BRINGS A WHOLE WHOLE PAIN, SEERING AND WHITE HOT, WITH WALLS OF SLIME AND FLOORS OF BLOOD...
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THERE ARE NO LOGICAL REASONS THAT I WISH TO REVEAL ABOUT THE THINGS THAT I WRITE. THE ONLY WAY TO KNOW WHY IS TO KNOW ME. FEEL THE THINGS THAT I SAY NOT WITH YOUR EYES BUT WITH YOUR MIND. WHEN THAT IS DONE YOU WILL KNOW WHY I WRITE WHAT I WRITE.
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