They speak to me through the screams of those who have yet to experience life. Caught forever in their state of quiet waiting... They sing to me. 

The Abyss has filled us, and we wish for all to experience its bliss. 

Our faceless masters beckon us onward to share the word. The word of the silence. The isolation of the before. The empty of the after.
I write my name in blood upon these confining walls. I remain a sacrifice to this shattered realm.
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I miss my family.
I think I'm going insane.
What have they done to me...............................................................................................................................