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Oblivion

The scourge of immutable human lust.

Filled with a taste of bitter odium and regret,
Beyond mortal power, the tempter illustrates perfection.

Writing finally the epilogue of her journey,
Planting seeds of discontent in the uncoverers,
The plague approaches eventually, death awaits all,
Pestilence be passed on.

The growth containing shadows knows no boundary of darkness,
Gateway to Abaddon, through the gate of dust,
Luring the undivine and insignificant, blinding them with a dark canopy of illusion,
Distorting the senses, Belial, the father of lies.

It is inscribed at the entrance:
‘Ye who enter, abandon all hope’
It is written, Truth.

The growth containing shadows knows no boundary of darkness
Gateway to Abaddon, through the gate of dust,
Stares downward, to sempiternity, luring the undivine and insignificant.

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