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The nightmares again, O' Lamy my queen when will you release me from this torment? The gnawing restlessness that has become my existence is often swallowed in black tar and spat out the guts of the leviathan at your feet. Writhing in pain my soul begs your entry. Fill the void between my skin and flesh with your will or torment me no longer, sympathy Lamy. Becoming Lamy... Becoming...