

SoulThere lies the monster sick and diseased yearning for pain to feed on it demands to be quenched by the blood of those around itSoul
I wonder why it decays why it doesn't heal it is broken like a toy beneath the couch it is broken
I am next soon I will be on the floor writhing with lust for doom what must I do to stop the inevitable?
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"If the things are to be used and the people to be loved, why do we love the things and use the people?"
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"I am who I am, I am what I have done."
-Marche Raduiju
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The crisis of today is the joke of tomorrow.
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