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A necrotic spirit casts a suffering in the wind to devour any worth of soul, |
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Strings from hands of dying trees manipulate loss, |
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For nature itself withers into industrial rivers, |
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Windows to scream at (weakness reflects) and tone only shatters your soul. |
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Dull razors signify life has gone too deep, |
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The enemy within your sleep, |
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Keeper of sharpened blades, |
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The mind can wander but the flesh has nowhere to hide. |
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Offer of enough rope for eternity to hang itself upon the shadow behind the light, |
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A darkness none can control, |
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Choking on their own life and blood. |
