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Through the silence I speak

Are there none left to bear witness

to my testimony?

Unwavering still in the oath I once made,

To thrive in the shadows and die by the blade

As a conduit of virulence, nothing holds my desire as does

The smell of fresh blood

The prospect of a new kill

No armies hold my allegiance

No master to heel

Obscured and omniscient

Moving with impunity

To dethrone the indomitable,

and crush the unconquered

I am a harbinger of Death

Deliverer of recompense

With an unsanctimonious hail

I bring mortal wounds and necrosis

I am

A harbinger of doom

Voracious purveyor

Of the necrotic bloom

Practicing the cultivation

Of an iron will and sharpened mind

It's black and void to the bitter end