Greedy Eyes

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Such Greedy Eyes. A soul Lost. 

He's gone rogue. Where?

Not one knows, not even I. 

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Yet now, he stands before us. 

Corpse stumbling through a forest. 

How do you escape? Where's the way out?

Even I too, wonder this. 

I also experience the horrors of the woods. 

However, I do not handle it like he does. 


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