209. Marked By The Path

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There is a path
A dangerous one
One that marks all who cross it
It's the devil's path
If you walk it
You are forever marked by hell
I knew what would happen
I still walked the path
Cut by thorns
Sliced by sharp rocks
Worn by a path uneven
Unpleasantly winding
I've gone much farther than intended
The thorns and branches close
Almost impossible to walk now
Even to leave the path
Wouldn't undo the hurt
The thorns
The blood
The scars
I never should have gone here
And now I'll never leave
At least not leave the suffering
A body far away
But a spirit forced to stay
A ghost in the path
A shell out of it
Heed the warnings
Don't walk in hell

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