The larynx croaks inward devotion.
An existence hewn from varicose flesh.
Palatal tones pass dimly outward
from a slurred and careworn wretch's mouth.
Bereft of love, self inflicted.
The molded image of a crippled whelp.
Marked with a benign crow's foot
and wallowing in placidity.
and from the same loam, I was borne and cut.
A wicked lich, spiraling senseless.
Caustic pariah. Pitch smeared visage.
Boring through you.
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never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu