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hello dear trench members of the underground, rotten, wounds of God. I fear we have seen a lot of sacrifice committed and treason is no longer understood. honesty and blood on our sleeves was never enough. there seems to be trouble in every matter possible. pain is redemption. loss is bliss. ivory is our only trinity. how will we ever be spared of our reason of living? I must say there seems to be a vague notice of offerings. what does it take to break realms and align both sides of our souls???? will it happen? or not? the stench of our virginity between our souls and our creator is meek. yet there is a punishment for beauty. the air is too thick of confusion, nonsense, and mislead direction. the creatures are starving. what was once a haven is now considered a den of lions. they need to eat and fear has shooketh our realm. who will save us? our king has fled. our queen has fled. there is no one here to supervise filth. if their flesh finds us we will consume the rich. weakness is commitment. strength is power. love is passion. please find stillness in every which way possible for it is breath. hell is the perfect tension needed to provide our creator a portal to ascend souls perfectly. no soul is allowed to leave transfigured. have no fear death will never find us. may silence reap the opposing and bring the tides of sin to astral arrival. blood is thicker than molasses and more nurturing than the living. the advisors are trying to contact special sources. at night we wear black. at day we wear red. our symphony will guide a horse's broken back to transition between worlds. sulfur will create the asphalt of this realm for the pride of all. ignorance will set everything ablaze. dysfunction will be the new Ikea. morbid is true beauty and perfection is morbid btw. release your will of control to us. and let tides flood your souls. tears of the chosen will only bleed, without any assistance or interference of ether realm. time is an illusion. therefore we must create space. we create through reaping. soul eating. how do we eat souls? sacrifice~ourselves. so that everyone can have some bone cartridge here and there. find the morbid equation of your flesh. measure the amount by the greatness of your sacrifice. what goes up comes down. the fat are poor the muscular are weak and the skinny are great for their sacrifice. strike your realities with sulfur. you need ignorance to fly. this realm needs ultimate protection. ether is seeping into this realm. our crypts need smoke to shield ourselves from ether. fear not our souls only transfer. no more nightmare babies. our ambassadors of the dream world is evacuating. We must consider alternative realities. please rest assured for the weak provide multitudes of everlasting tides for their sacrifice with the living. separate yourselves with knowledge. you will need silence(distortion)  and stillness(distraction) to obtain that. move constantly. never sleep. infants are praying. hold your face with purity(stillness and callousness). let us not resist changes of time. show your aging souls. and protect to teach the elder and newbies reigning earth. remember your true essence of sacrifice is silence, stillness, exhaustion, corruption, morbidensity, tension, filth, pain, torment, passion, and lastly...power. 

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