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Now she watches her every move
Shadows creeping closer.
Bastard of creation
You will never face
What your lust creates
Humanity is plagued
With your breath
Death will never be enough
Because others will follow your path
We must rid your seed.
We must cleanse your filth from our being.
Cowardice man. Shedding skin. Your touch a memory.
Crawl to your grave
As loneliness picks you apart.
It circles like vultures
Only the flies will love you.

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