Altar to the Unending Rage

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My being is buried by infinite rage. I see nothing but a crimson haze and endless night. The man in the looking glass lurks in the shadows while I parade onwards into the desolate crowd of shifting imitations. Darkness is commonly regarded as a taker or something of sin. But it’s the light that is most sinister. I am the light.

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SHE SMELLS BLOOD [Official Visualizer]

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Do you feel the dread?

It consumes me.

DREAD - December 13th

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DREAD - December 13

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If I cannot have heaven, then I shall raise hell.

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The air smells sweet.

The air is rotten. The air is rotten. The air is rotten.

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If you nourish them, they grow calamitous. If you revere them, they grow insidious. If you exalt them, they grow splendiferous. If you embolden them, they grow ambitious. If you appease them, they grow pompous. If you provoke them, they grow malicious. If you starve them, they grow voracious.