Casting down this decimation, upon your despicable soul, the smell of blood taints the air, the lust for more kicks in. You cannot flee from this, it is your terminus, you cannot flee from this. Maggots will feast from the inside, and the shadows will take hold,. As the final thoughts run through your head, no more choices to make, never to wake, never to wake.
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