Ramael Ashta Poet I do not know?

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in my desolate room

no lights

no music

just anger

disgust

hate

distaste for life

but the joy of living 

is only felt

when i kill

and i feel better

i am loved,

loved by many,

hated by more, (though that isn't of much concern)

dancing to life's twisted flute has drawn me numb, desensitized

hell came for me, and i put it out

i see this flower field

and the only way i know is paved in bloody ash

all that is real is annihilation

all that is weaker must die by the steel of my hands

for there is no other way

uproot the tethers of life and humanity 

lest thou be taken by it, consumed by it.

there is no end to it.

if i don't take, i will have nothing, and they will take more.

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