(MOURNING-THE-DEPARTED.) Let go of the abyssal realm, I will press my soles upon the grave delivering blighted slabs until I am not parted from desolation within nightmare inside loveliness without edge. My hand was wetted by bats worshiped as wine, 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘛. Secrets sown on the grave of nothingness. Marches as the dead whisper their salute, rest in sorrow’s arms, farewell, @ sluur. ༒