Ygramul the Many - Full of Hell

Noxious fugue harming

Vermilion fog mending

Flaccid weight crushing

Bearing down slowly

Like a corpse rotting

Smoldering prism speaking

Whispering lore, untruths

Scrambling signals

Circuits unwinding

Your heart is a wellspring of hatred

Errors embedded

As the gears slow to a stop

Unbound like a broken black egg

Do you see the hand upon my hand?

It is not my own

Empathy released

Your heart is a wellspring of hatred