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My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has set a journey to my fatebuilt to break and suffocate Signal this waning dedication to the cause.My destined pathdespaired in silence.
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by thevisualaftermath

My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul.

The universe has set a journey to my fatebuilt to break and suffocate Signal this waning dedication to the cause.My destined pathdespaired in silence.

A perfect submissive for whom I’ve been instructed to be.This curse I’ve allowed to be carved into my flesh.I wear these words as a burdenand as an act of rebellion.

Until the day my blood runs dry,when I am nothing,but a passing fleck of dust and ash.My bones will scream to me,“Endure.”fac fortia et patere // explaining my ink

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