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You're perfect for me

By sun or moon
Midnight or noon
Whatever time it is I want to be with you
In winters morn
Or summers scorn
Whatever weather we can

Scorn and failure, all that I know
All these years gone by and not a thing to show

Always dragging me down again and again
A constant affliction,

the end be the pain that I long
Decapitate Guillotine 
Societies scorn
Your darkest thoughts 
You hide in me
Until the bitter end
Oh the lust resides in my

(twentytwenty, was it all worth it? bodies line the years, doomed kin festers)

survive. 
survive this by screaming into yourself
things can't get

of shame is all around
A plague of anguish
Paralyzed breathing
I am mortified by my own loathing
This scorn and suffering that no one can fathom

I cannot

the dew
(Of morning, in ye twilightland of old)
Abiding teardrops borne by thorns,
thine fragments I twine true
(In mourning, stream adorned in rage untold)

Not every life ends with death,
some banes outlast the endless sleep.
Sometimes the spirit is too strong,
sometimes emotions are too deep.

I scorn

Ya heart feeling sore
Ya mind cant more
Ya coat, suitcases, and all ya luggage sitting by the door
Last look over your shoulder, ask you are you sure

When the sky is black 
And the sun bleeds dry 
The harbinger of the end
Shall appear 
Symbolizing the start of the revelation 
For he is the envoy

tucked by the waistline
Let it say hello to any nigga
Tryna take mine
Stick to yo position
Salute me as a general
Reachin' for my chain is accompanied
By

where time stood still

Sensory understanding of that which cannot be
Summon the will to bring the end and set me free
Eons of strife bound by hate
Take

potential
I could take a straight forward throw and I'd run it on home
But I'll fall at the end zone
I could see Dad in the corner, Mama lil scorn
And my

decreed.
You're marked by a dogma you never believed.

Regret is rising!
Darkness it descends!
Past acts despising!
But grace never ends!

Where can you run

Six years ago, the wolf was born
His mind developed, hate and scorn
Ripped and torn, between expressing
Screams or howls
Life or death
Over

find it?
A storm commenced by a tempest of hateful lies
A torment you will commit to until the end of your worthless lives
It's something you became

Mmmm
Ooooh
They mock and scorn our ways
They say it's just a phase
But this is what it is, my friend
You will not understand unless you have one
Go

veiled in dark
Paraded by your mystеry with no answer
I'm bewitched
You'vе got the moves to trick me

Like an omen of the end times
The devil's own

Now there’s a standstill in the war
Repeating what’s been done before
It must come to an end
A few will transcend

They were under twenty-five

of sight, I gazed deep within
Blind in the dark, I yearned for a strain of light
Deafened by silence, I craved the slightest noise
Rejected with scorn

Onwards! There is a storm so deep within my heart Still raging and untamed, yet focused and upright Raised by visions of the future, now fueled by

The Blessed Dead

Nile

In Their Darkened Shrines

inclined to accept at face value the idea that, no matter what, by the end of their lives they would not be able to afford to be buried as one of the blessed

I will love you 'til the end 
I will love you 'til the end 
I will love you 'til the end 
I will love you 'til the end 
I will love you 'til

the joy out of my glory

'Cause I am the king in a crown of thorns
And I am the one wishing I'd never been born
And I am the one bathing in your scorn
I am

the wretched dwell in nothingness
Leave the rotten world to reek of death

We fail to see with perception, the scorn we grow like weeds
The scorn we grow like