Observe, oh friend as it writhes in agony, intangible.
For all that I have granted it - It feels, yet can not feel It sees, but still it is blind
For I have blessed it with accursed memmories With thoughts that merely aggravate With dreams, oh treacherous dreams! Visions that intrude and strike anguish into the heart that I did sculpt with these forsaken hands
For he does live, oh silent friend Oh yes! He lives! But will never truly know what it means to be alive
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