Death Itself

Death Itself

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The thorn, reaper of light, vail of darkness, deathless ghosts of hell, In short terms I'm death itself. What am i? I'm the torch light you'll find in the middle of the vast darkness that'll lead you out of your misery. The voice that speaks inside your head,leading you all through out yet at the end makes you jump in the cliff of misfortune. I'm the being that you need for you to know your worth, the one who'll tell you that your priceless and the gem that shines among the others, but at the end I will be the most significant among your treasures that'll shatter you and live you broken into pieces. I'm the blood you need that'll flow through your veins to quench and heal your being, yet the one who will bring a epidemic decay through your system. But remember this, I will be your enchantress, your passionate remedy. The key that'll unlock all the doors that shuts in front of you, the serene lullaby that'll calm the storm inside of you. Most especially you need me to survive. If you're seeking for freedom, for fame, for happiness, for wealth, for peace. Well, you're riding the wrong book.
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LANGUAGES USED: Filipino and English ------ The faces in my childhood memories were fuzzy, in fact, I couldn't remember much of how everything went when I was younger. Except, how my mother looked at me with loathe and was constantly unloving. Growing up, I held onto my dad's words, 'you're special' or so I thought. Ever since I remembered, there have been people trying to kill me. Why? Not only was I hated, but others even want me dead! My life only changed when I met strange people coming from a world I only knew existed in my imagination. History was retold. Lies were unveiled. In the end, my blood was heavier than I expected.

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