My hands ever extending.
Do I know what my arms reach for?
Nothing? Forever?
My eyes are swollen, from the darkness.
I've surrounded myself in chaos.
Shunning life, the useless habitual nature of existence.
In defiance, I stood before the eyes of Jehova.
I remain true. As I watched it burn it grew more silent.
Always... It is always silent.
Covered in my conviction I marked myself.
I am a son of chaos, the wrathful harbinger for my allies.
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