mythos

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credence given and

battles won give me false hope

i try, try again


plagues of the lost, yet

to be found, approach me like

some kind of terror


the Sister's eye is

on me now; the string pulled taught,

my beating heart soars


time moves on and i

dip down, pull out loose ends, choke,

eat a bitter pill

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