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I see the tears that pour like rain, red as the fire burning the soul from the eyes that cry. Wrapped in intanglement of gruesome pain, anguish howls an erie echo as the dark covers the night sky. Who should levy a soul, for it is mines to keep ? Rearing back its ugly head, a force rose with arms. Sharp as glass the nails glistened as the claws protruding from under the skin. In the wake of passing time laid stinch to the rotting corspe. Each step, a blood stained trail and the extension of life is nearing the end. I am to the steps I take, the devourer, no morsel shall I leave to a dying breed.