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angelique image
brought down by the hate
in me. my tears I can
taste in my throat,
salty pain from
the world I can't escape.
hurt brought onto you
by the evil inside
of the lost soul
with no heart. my
blackness runs wild
on your mind until
you can't see the
ground you walk on,
seven deadly sins
and I am them all.
the son of the devil
who brings nothing good
to the world around.