TIL DEATH

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SOUGHT ME OUT

THROUGHT THE DARK

PLAUGHES OF FIRE.

THE ORE ROOTS

WITH THE SADDNESS

THATS FILLS IT.

THE DARK PLAUGH

THAT BURNS THE CORE

BOILS TO THE HEAVENS

AND OVERFLOWS.

THE HATES BLINDS

MY VERY SIDES SO

DARK EVEN IN

DAYS TIMES MULTIPLES

DEATH IS THE EVER BEIGN OF
ME AS IS EVERYONE.

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