THE NATIONLESS BEAST SQUEALS AS IT IS PERFORATED BY EXPECTATION
THE BEAST WRITHES IN LOATHING, LAMENTING ITS BIRTH
FORGOTTEN BY GOD, IT CAN DO NOTHING BUT SUFFER AND DIE
GNASHING TEETH, THRASHING LIMBS, VIOLENT TEARS, THEN SILENCE
ROT RECLAIMS THE FLESH, BONES GIVE WAY TO TIME
ALL IS DUST AND QUIET
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Author:
AnxiousMane (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2017 00:07
- Category: Sad
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Great write
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