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blood flows freely, over broken bones,
yet they don't mourn, they have hearts of stone.
breath comes quickly, over burned lips,
as they cares slowly, with bloody fingertips.
you plead quietly, with each soul,
but the price of their scorn, is taking its toll.
they laugh easily, at your pain,
close your eyes, and let blackness reign.


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Charon[FiDELiS]