.For we leave you beaten,
And helpless prized of innocence.
Disgusted, no remorse.
Your existence is no more.
From my dialated eyes that seeks the sight of hate,
a prismic terror of binding torment,
caught up from the same mistakes,
of terminal illness, a blessed state of sup.
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