A taste of the mist upon one's tongue
tickles the fancy of thy senses.
What is the mist
but the harbinger of thine judgement
or the salvation of infinite unrest!
Give to the mist all that has abandoned thee
allow the celestial temple to carry forth.
Where is the mist
consumed in the promise of exultation
upon the crescendo of darkest desire.
Hearken to the mist of no return
for the mist shall not relinquish its grasp.
Why is the mist
salvation on depths of extinguished light.
Unbeknownst to all the grim reaper of self-harm!
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