Crushing of the thin light of hope. Dredged up from the depths of the dark, the force suffocates you, obliterates spirit. Vedervardig is that force. Crumbling walls of noise and misanthropy oppress, depress, press the will to live from you, rolling over your body and infiltrating your subconcious, your concious, your mind in creeping black waves. Tendrils of sound cling to you, sapping you of any resistance. It is too late. Your birth was your doom. Suicide is your only way out. Embrace the blackness now, and pull the trigger, tighten the noose, cut your flesh. Let the life flow from you. Now. End.

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