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Limbs clutched,

I'm one with the arms.

Glass eyes

Witness tragedy.

Battlefield,

A quintessence of malism.

Need to kill

Every last one around me.

My craft

Is to be put to death.

Life's lie

Needs to be maintained.

In truth -

I perished long ago,

Together with the lost and hollow.

Pale face,

Worms crawl at my feet.

Blood stains

Cover the loose skin.

My craft

Is to be put to death.

Life's lie

Needs to be maintained.

In truth -

I perished long ago,

Together with the lost and hollow.

My craft

Is to be put to death.

To live

Is only to pretend.

In truth -

I perished long ago,

Together with the lost and hollow.

I'm food for the flames.