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Bluntness (Asgaroth)

There's no heart in no faint solution There's no last, just a pulse that aain now fades away Bereavements? no third nor fifth repetition (the odds and evens of a present pain) Beneath a cortex to please the pleasant it's this step down I built... ruled in selfrules it's your lifetime's point the stage in a blissful pain, just a stage... Recall your cyphred bluntness, for which you were meant to please. Dragged out by a miliard thoughts, it took your time to turn to me. All in all, all's to be lost, To travel down within the coil. Frailty, misconception, a lost strifle in a season's end. It took your time to turn to me...