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milkd Jan 2021
cast out, thrown down
fields of the spirit razed
foundations of the soul crushed
the blackened void beckons
milkd Jan 2021
face-down at the altar
blood drips from the hilt of my sword
choices were made
deeds that cannot be undone
milkd Jan 2021
burning the gastric tubes
filth and grime and doom
treading through waste and plague
eating my mind away
into the grave I'm tossed
born to die and rot
reborn in countless ways

— The End —