Dark, hands, grab, drag me into this pit of pain, hell I made myself. Choke, gasp, drown, sinking deeper into sin, ripping flesh apart from the soul.
You thought that you could trap me, I can't be bound. You thought that you could find me, I can't be found. I'm no longer here, it's not me anymore. I'm a walking corpse, the living dead.
I thought that it was over, it's coming back to kill me, it never ends does it, this will be my death. Ruined from the start, cycle never ends, I might lose this battle but I won't lose the war.
Curse. Curse myself.
Curse this wicked life, my mortal flesh, weighs me down, keeps me oppressed, keeps returning, never leaves, as long as I live, I'll always be killing!
Get this thing away from me, it's ruining my life, I want to be free, but I was made to fight, victory in this life, it was not meant for me, but I'll never lose, no I'll never die, struggle with myself, my fists are bloody red, I'd rather be just barely breathing than taste eternal death. Do you understand, this is life and death, this is suffering, to always be at war. I thought that it was over, it's coming back to kill me, it never ends does it, this will be my death. Ruined from the start, cycle never ends, I might lose this battle but I won't lose the war.

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