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Lightning. Crack. Thunder. I split. Straight down. Gazing up. I see. The 4th Horseman. Standing split, where I stood. I see. The Beast. Proliferating in my absence. The Horseman, crooked smile and evil gaze. The Beast a chaotic shade of nightmares. I lay, dying. Watching. What I refused to be. I, existing in them. But now split. I feel their darkness. I feel the burn. They walk over to me. Throwing me aside. They cackle in a blood curdling scream. We exchange looks. We embrace the end.
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
4th Horseman & The Beast
Lightning. Crack. Thunder. I split. Straight down. Gazing up. I see. The 4th Horseman. Standing split, where I stood. I see. The Beast. Proliferating in my absence. The Horseman, crooked smile and evil gaze. The Beast a chaotic shade of nightmares. I lay, dying. Watching. What I refused to be. I, existing in them. But now split. I feel their darkness. I feel the burn. They walk over to me. Throwing me aside. They cackle in a blood curdling scream. We exchange looks. We embrace the end.
devin-ortiz
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
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