Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: He112 That darkened place of despair and distinctive null The smell of burnt flesh smolders from a smoking skull In this land the pittiful rot and the ignorant wonder The catastrophic end to a life full of distasteful blunder The true destination though you may think lies afar Is actually a plane or dimension which exists where you are For in the mind of us all lies the places on which dreams build And it's in the fught of our life that one is mercilessly killed For the mind can accept that infinite end is about to unfold But to consider the choice of destiny to be free will is not told If intelligence be the key to the living beyond pain Then perhaps the ignorants will not suffer in vain The pillar of rock which controls all this place does Is nothing more than a mound built from the soul ...
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