They are the calling to the wicked raft of everything dark evil.
They are the animals that play with it's food.
Going about as if I am its pray let they place thee here under the sharp shearing claws of this animal.
The calling comes from my ******* Minds.
&
The worse part is
is that they wont hurt me more than I can take.
They know if they do I will be dead
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What will be left of me for it to play with me will be beyond past its lowest point.
So my pain is that they watch me struggle
&
laugh.
Lastly, with this ******* mind
I sink into the deeper depths of the drowning away from this ******* place.