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Spreading your wings and floating into the sky.
Never quite sure how you really died.
Constantly reaching and grasping into the moist air.
Just for a tiny comfort that will never be there.
Struggling with the thoughts of who you are.
Unable to heal any of your old battle scars.
Always drooling from your sickened form of lust.
Never ever really feeling disgust.
Light always fills your eyes but not your heart.
Light will not enter that kind of dark.
Incompetent ball of rotten flesh.
Something so evil your soul will never rest.

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