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The scent fills the air
The smell makes me sick
My conciounce can't bear
All the pain I inflict
In my dreams at night I'm taunted
By the faces of the slain
They stare with empty eyes looks haunted
In remembrance of their pain
I try to run but I cant hide
From the voices in my head
The endless rain of tears they cried
The screaming of the dead
I taste the blood it fills my mouth
The thick liquid gagging me
I cough and gasp there's no way out
Of this hell my purgatory
And so in desperation
I relize that I can be freed
The pain of the blade brings exuhltation
I feel my thoughts empty as I smile and bleed
At last I can rest
At last all is well
For there is no greater reward with which to be blest
Than that given by the flames of hell
End