.The curse, the dread,
the walls of red.
If you could be remembered in such a way,
this blood would be it.
I was murdered, destroyed,
left to rot in a world of the coy.
The coy buried in ruins,
buried in hell.
Tempering a bakery oven,
controlling your temperature.
Rememb.
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