"An Isolophile's Collection of Poetical Scrolls & Quotical Scribbles contain the depths of reality as reflected upon, by an isolophile who dwells within the vibrancy of philosophical solitude and artistry of kaleidoscopic mindscape and beyond."
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With every life you have plucked in your assurances closely tucked; every breath you have snatched and stolen amidst terror flowing fiery and molten; every bond you have uncaringly severed every tie you have sliced and untethered; you are a lesson greater than any other to let go and accompany you to ether;
but surrender for us comes not so easy and your mention makes one quite uneasy; for to leave with you to a home unknown leaving everyone one has ever known; births a distrust within mind inherent so rarely does anyone greet you rident; yet you are neither a villian nor a hero only a messenger, perhaps a cavalero;
still beings alive cannot help but fear with each thought of you tear 'n sear; of the misery you have caused and still do with a journal etched with everyone's due; you are an embodiment of worst curses you - rarely does anyone ever blesses; for you seem to be an impending doom a flower blossoming into a withering bloom;
yet those who know, know you feel the anguish caused with each life you steal; but the shouldered burden of your scythe is the key to again make eternity kythe; you know that It Will Haunt You and it does for you're the divine who creates 'n undoes; the cradle of finitely manifested breaths and the eternal infinity of unbinding death.
