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A body without soul is just remains, Free to roam yet bound in chains. Heartless beings with rotten minds, Feeding off on whatever might they find. Close to death, moment by moment Still avoiding pain and the torment. Living as slaves, controlled by fate Born to die, in a nice cold grave.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Close to Death
A body without soul is just remains, Free to roam yet bound in chains. Heartless beings with rotten minds, Feeding off on whatever might they find. Close to death, moment by moment Still avoiding pain and the torment. Living as slaves, controlled by fate Born to die, in a nice cold grave.
Little poem about the body and death and soul and fate. I don't think it's the right description though.
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
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