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Thy path has been christened in blood and hate to molt this infantile shell we're all given with name. Led astray by an
insidious cult on the pretense of "learning the way;" how does a child survive, preconceiving true love as a lie? A gift
that can only be earned through kneeling, praying, drinking the blood. Reciting phrases that forever change; failing to
live so he'll die with no shame; wasting the best years just chasing dreams only found in the grave.
The sick misinstruction; raising children in fear. This system is utterly disgusting, and the youth will no longer adhere.
I desire no footprints beside me; no light to guide the way. I thrive on the solitude that brings you pain.

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from Nocturnal Progression, released July 7, 2013

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LIKE PARASITES TO AN UNWILLING HOST, WE DRAIN THE LIFE FROM OUR ONLY CHANCE AT HOPE.

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