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Dim, bleak, dusk
Sin speaks brusque
Die, lord must
By sword’s thrust
By sword’s thrust

Excavate the land augmented by spiritual faults
Incapacitated by inadequate results
Vanishing veil exposes the exasperated narthex
Discloses, imposes
Intersects/Disconnects
Intersects/Disconnects

Chains, ties, neth
Claim size in death
Loud reach, reign
Proudly preach the pain
Proudly preach the pain

Dim, bleak, dusk
Sin speaks brusque
Die, lord must
By sword’s thrust
Chains, ties, neth
Claim size in death
Loud reach, reign
Proudly preach the pain

Excavate the land augmented by spiritual faults
Incapacitated by inadequate results
Vanishing veil exposes the exasperated narthex
Discloses, imposes
Intersects/Disconnects
Intersects/Disconnects

Hank Stellae 3.20.23

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Continual drowsiness recites within the flesh of burden
Intractably lethargic in light but dark when cowarding forth

Silver coins wrapped in skin made from the purest blood
Its rusty with markings of tainted symbols carved with fangs

Vulnerable was sacred water
Which altered the minds of prodigies and alike
Extinct is repellent and replaceable through dying

Consecrated iron irrelevant but powerful when combined

Vulnerable was sacred water, the flesh of burden

Hank Stellae 3.29.23

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Like lab rats in a labyrinth
Feasting on deceased beast
Infectious delirium
Immortal hunger
Séance of sustenance
Nourishment through punishment
Torturing, weeping
Society my satiety
Reviving the circle
Nocturnal burial
Then all is complete…
Sharing the ancient secrets
To stay young forever
Forgotten starvation
Undying infestation
Infecting the Earth
Before claiming the night!
Chaos has risen
Everyone is now forever
Behind disguises
Faces pale from the lack of blood
Coffin still
There they wait
Impatient for the moon
In their Vampyric Tombs!
In their Vampyric Tombs!

Hank Stellae
4.25.23

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Chasmic
The gap between reality & death…

Grimly gripping the remains in vain
Where melancholic souls come to complain
A part of the depth
A part of me
An instant grasp of catastrophe
Chasmic
Life & Death
Primitive web of ill hearted design
Always dying by something benign
Withering dry
Slithering deep
Closer to the spirits that timelessly weep

Chasmic
The gap between reality & death

Hank Stellae 4.27.23

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Inside…
Painted black
Pigments melted down
Sojourn in quick terms
A constant despondency
Truly truant are the days
When worshiping the sun
That took my life … away
Now in its light
It is dark
And I’m cold
Inside…

Hank Stellae
4.28.23

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