To invoke Death...
I claim my arrogance...
I assert my desire...
The beauty of a cold body...
And the tentacles of Faith...
Of escaping life at last...
Of flesh and blood.
And sorrow.
Only means hope...
A bitter taste be swallowed down into my throat...
A strange feeling of release...
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