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A short story inspired by a dream

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released May 31, 2018

Maxuxx and the rest of DOAM
Thanks to:
Nicole Hansen (inspiration)
Casper Silber (inspiration)
Rasmus Madsen (inspiration)
Tobias Ludvigsen (inspiration)
Mayhem (inspiration)
Maanegarm (inspiration)
Six Feet Under (inspiration)
Upon A Red Sky (inspiration)
Napalm Death (inspiration)
Carach Angren (inspiration)

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Track Name: The Seventeen
I awoke at the dinner table
Soup stood in front of me
I looked around and recognized no face
Yet it all seemed so familiar
The dining hall in which we sat
Was shrouded in black
Other than I, there were seventeen people
Sitting at the table
All of them wore black clothes
As if they were part of the room
Blending in and exerting
A gloomy feeling
Suddenly, all of them at once
Started humming a somber melody
One that I didn’t recognize
Even though I felt like I’d heard it before

The seventeen
And I
In the black
But why
Track Name: Black
The black room had an odd feeling to it
It wasn’t cold but nor was it warm
Yet it still didn’t feel quite right
Actually, it felt very wrong

Black
So black

The black that surrounded us all
It felt so thick and almost alive
So black and so gloomy
So morbid, so brutally black

Black
So black

The room gave me a feeling
It made me feel almost afraid
Scared that the end was near
Although nothing seemed like a thread

Black
So black

This feeling that the room was emitting
I felt like I was a part of this place
As if the blackness of my own heart
Was what gave the room its life
Track Name: Gushing
A stench from another world filled the room
But only I seemed bothered
From the ceiling, something was lowered
Something I could not identify right away

Infested with maggots, gushing with pus
Worms crawling in and out of caves
An ancient piece of meat about the size of a man
Was served unto the table

Final meal served before me
Disgusting, gushing, vile, old
Why is it here, and why am I?
I would not wish this for my worst enemy

A being shaped like a man and dressed like a waiter
Emerged from the shadows behind me
He opened his slit and whispered in my ear
Let me present to you, tonight’s special

Final meal served before me
Disgusting, gushing, vile, old
Why is it here, and why am I?
I would not wish this for my worst enemy
Final meal served before me
Disgusting, gushing, vile, old
Why is it here, and why am I?
I would not wish this for my worst enemy
Track Name: Dinnertime
Terrified, mortified
I listened to the words he whispered so slowly
This is the corpse of you my friend
And I assure it tastes just as rotten as it looks
This is the punishment for your sins
This is the punishment for your life
While alive you were but waste
So now in death, nothing shall be thrown away
My life, I saw it before my eyes
All the things I did wrong
I always thought that nothing would matter
Everyone should be equal in death
But I was wrong, I was so terribly wrong
In the grave you face yourself
Indeed, it’s true, my dying friend
And you won’t leave this place until you’ve eaten all

When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers
Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs
When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own
Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured
Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell
Then you slowly realize that you have awoken
To what will be your final meal
And now it is dinnertime

The seventeen who sat with me
Simultaneously revealed themselves
They were the people I had used
They were the people whose lives I had destroyed
I screamed at them, please help me
And they slowly turned their heads towards me
They stopped humming and started to laugh
Mocking me as I was frozen in space
The reaper still stood behind me
Dressed in his waiter clothes
Now eat, he said
The longer you wait the worse it will be
Because you see, here in my dining hall
No one can die unless I tell them to
So we can wait for an hour or a thousand years
It only makes a difference to you

When you wake up in a room seated among gloomy strangers
Humming a somber melody and the stench of death fills your lungs
When you’re served a rotting carcass and you’re told the body is your own
Your own decaying corpse prepared to be eaten and devoured
Then you know the end has come, then you know you dine in hell
Then you slowly realize that you have awoken
To what will be your final meal
And now it is dinnertime

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