Cenotaph - Source of Suspicions

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My own sick world, dreaming of desperations;
Desperations create hatreds in our dark souls and suspicions in my existence
Torment, subconciously, image of misery, image of death, haven´t you realized
yet?
Our souls are sinner
While we are returning back followings are felt:
Fear of life
Birth of decay
Rising idolization but indefinite source of us
Infinite amount of wrath
Fetid huge minced philantrophics gush out their grudge
And these kind of loatsome ideas
Should only be the products of morbid mind
Aversion to a mentally bandaged mutual supporteds
Confronting aggrogan babtists
Their babtism makes you follow the path of your slavery
Acquesce the agonizing ache inside;
It’s because of your conceit and surrounds you like borbed
Adoring this false movement, a pain is felt from down abdomen
Babling of a red liquid down my legs into basin on which I am standing
Maximum appetite I have ever had is satisfied by fantasies on my mind