I'm in prison, snared within. You have cut off my tongue and it bleeds bleeds bleeds. I'd like to think I'm in heaven. I defied the reaping. But blooms are stirring, and everything I touch withers. The clear blue skies become suddenly stained. My steps are mocked, the footprints I leave in my wake burn through the soil.
The Devil is rearing his head, and I have to pay my dues.
Let me out.
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