Means the murder of self.
It bleeds all life away.
Silence speeds the path to the streams of solace that run so few and narrow.
Brooks that babble the sounds of torture.
To flood the banks of the chosen.
This is the art of ruin.
It bleeds all life away.
Fear. Pain. Hatred. Power.
This is the art of ruin.
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