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Mar 2014
The end of hope I never sought
Beginnings of a darker thought
Twisting guts into a knot
It never mattered if I fought

Demon hands with withered claw
Altered lands, discarded law
Plagued by just another flaw
Cutting skin like axe and saw

Wrapped in deaths black flowing coat
Burning anything of note
Keeps insanity afloat
Words so chilling always wrote
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Unknown  Prison of Freedom
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