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Plagues, rot, desolation,
Your fault for this location,
Sleep with the rats, the mold, the roaches.
Closer, slower, death encroaches.
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Sneaky children roam the hall,
Sneaky children, down stairs fall.
Broken, bent, and no more moving,
Seems as though my health's improving.
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Run, run, the bells are ringing.
The rocks beneath my feet are stinging.
Farther, farther, the bells are ringing
The souls beyond the grave start..
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Senses are something a person experiences while living. When there are no more senses then we are truly dead. The narrator is going through the senses..
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I am the logic
I am the mind.
I am the clockwork
You have yet to find.
I am the stories
I am the told.
I am the life,
the young and the old...
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A Chapter by Sadang
Please excuse the language. I just wanted to create something raw and uncensored
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It all starts in the end when we pass out crying,
nobody living, nobody dying.
Screw the voices we hear in our ears.
It all began with blood and t..
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