The Manipulated

This is the beginning of my death Within the mindscape searching eternally I stumble across an answer lost inside the folds of time There is a channel that will reveal God The truth comes with a price A human being should never obtain Sacrificing morality My sanity To what end? To what fucking end? The beginning a means to an end We relive our traumas over and over again Unknowingly we still long to live Each cycle wrought with sin There is a channel that will reveal God Manipulated by the light Manipulated by the dark Driven by sin yet longs for repentance Emptiness now fills the abyss But how can nothingness take a form Emptiness now fills the abyss But how can nothingness take a form

Submitted by NecroLord — Jul 21, 2026