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.+ By DarkSoapSud and No Discount +.
Kitties got claws.
Kitties bites.
And hold vemon.
That kill in a day.
And can leave one renderous for hours before their sweet and wishful death.
So that their dying heart may take its dying breath of life.
And the person closes their eyes for the last time to join the bidding of the undead.
And their soul may life into the Heavens and wish the best for the living.
Only to come to find out that once they got there, that they had commited a sin which bound him to the world of the living.
So the tears of blood that fell from the cold cheek from the one trying to leave the Earth once again.
Yet thinking as the blade slit his wrist, that suicide was an unforgivable sin and was shuned to the unforgiving and always knowing flames of the world.
So that demons, with hearts fill with black hatred, corrupt him and take hold of his soul.
Bounding his cold soul with wrot iron bands of untamed hatred to the bowels of Earth's zestful core.
A monster they have created even with his chaos does he feel the same pain of the dead.
For this is his curse of the his simple yet induring sin.
Will he escape? Or suffer the same curse that the demons who have made him this way suffer?
But only the unshadowed life spand of time shall let him know.
So his journey has not ended, but the thought still runs through his dumbed mind.
As the time of the forbidding shadow wanders behind his shunned and closed eyes.
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.+ By DarkSoapSud and No Discount +.
Kitties got claws.
Kitties bites.
And hold vemon.
That kill in a day.
And can leave one renderous for hours before their sweet and wishful death.
So that their dying heart may take its dying breath of life.
And the person closes their eyes for the last time to join the bidding of the undead.
And their soul may life into the Heavens and wish the best for the living.
Only to come to find out that once they got there, that they had commited a sin which bound him to the world of the living.
So the tears of blood that fell from the cold cheek from the one trying to leave the Earth once again.
Yet thinking as the blade slit his wrist, that suicide was an unforgivable sin and was shuned to the unforgiving and always knowing flames of the world.
So that demons, with hearts fill with black hatred, corrupt him and take hold of his soul.
Bounding his cold soul with wrot iron bands of untamed hatred to the bowels of Earth's zestful core.
A monster they have created even with his chaos does he feel the same pain of the dead.
For this is his curse of the his simple yet induring sin.
Will he escape? Or suffer the same curse that the demons who have made him this way suffer?
But only the unshadowed life spand of time shall let him know.
So his journey has not ended, but the thought still runs through his dumbed mind.
As the time of the forbidding shadow wanders behind his shunned and closed eyes.
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