I hear the whispers

[FortuneTimer]

You speak to me.

'You caused this.'

Your body engulfed in corrupted flames.

I hear you speak to me.

'He won't come back.'

The blades are bashing against those skulls, your scarlet face exposed.

Has it always been this way?

'Let him fade.'

The years of this viciousness.

Your violent art evolved.

'He abandoned them all.'

Following the disgusting, feeble, wicked species.

You speak to me.

'You're saving nothing.'

Taken the mantle to annihilate your disgrace.

You speak to me.

'Why won't he speak to me?'

In a voice so trite, calm, and devoid of empathy.

Do you know NOTHING about your MALEVOLENT indulging?!

'Why won't he listen?'

NOTHING of this DEHUMANIZED progression into SIN?!

Do you know NOTHING of the WICKEDNESS in your ABANDONMENT?!

'Come back to me...'

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