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- Xasthur Cover -
A sinister telepathy is
screaming at forgotten fears
An exit made of your self-destruction,
may your reflection guide the blade.
In your lost code of self knowledge,
a mere entrance for evil to enter
The venom is hidden and
the venom wears a mask
(I serve myself upon the wings
of pains affliction, unto thee).
Disconnect from my state of being (and
without a trace) it was my soul that
murdered yours. that murdered yours.