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As I with my twisted mind had preyed upon an innocent soul,
Devoured the Goodness and turned him into a hollow evil,
Numb to the touch, but full of desire,
He attacks his Sire, till both he and I are bleeding blackened blood,
As pulsing veins and sharpened teeth embrace,
We do not die, but rather spill crimson regret,
And live forevermore in painful solitude,
As I yurn for his touch, I burn for revenge,
An unsettling exsistence I know, but it's too late now,
I ride the waves of dismal exsistence alone.
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