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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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A pointed lance-

Passes through me.

Through my heart and soul,

 

Blood rains upon the wicked,

Drowning them in tears of sorrow,

From the open, gaping hole.

 

Fall back into the abyss,

A dark lord who summons-

Must now face the recoil.

 

As I fade to dust, releasing-

The horror hidden within,

All my secrets go into the soil.

 

...

 

 

Emptyness replaces the hole,

That I once existed as,

Bringing the Void where I go.

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