The wicked limbs of humanity dangle in front of us
Eyes capture the glimpse,
but minds refuse to process even the slightest of truth
Our bones are like candle wax to fear
It drips upon my stomach and creates an endless drain of gluttony.
There is no flesh on our legs
Why you may ask?
Because we tore it off ourselves
I can smell regret like a swimming tiger
Our cries of a facade is of our pusillanimous nature
The ashes that have descended upon my body is nothing but fuel for the contortion
Bend away my soul.
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The Raven's Hymn
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