As it's been told of the dead mirror, the sick of sin to
look upon it.The souls of the trapted ever screaming and ever clawing.
Nashing of teeth, sweet sting of iron, have mercy on a helpless liar. Ever
regreting ever on ever of the slash of the wip, the blood upon my brow.
Always hating, always mourning. Ever on ever on end. never stoping never
resting. always screaming, ever huanting. Never loving, nor ever caring.
Sweet sting of iron, oh lover of death have mercy on a liar. Have mercy on
me. No mercy ever recived. No grace bestowed upon, just ever on ever, amen.


 
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