Even after the end
Of the world, I feel your touch
Upon my scarred flesh
Even after the darkness
Came, I see the horror
In your eyes as you see me
Even after the destruction
Of everything, I know your thoughts
About my new form
Even after my death
I live on
In a wooden body
Even after my body
Decays, my soul
Lives on
In a wooden body
A puppet of my soul
I alone, live on
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