.At the stroke of twelve
I feel alive
I was born with the birthmark of cinders
Wreaking havoc through
The torment growing within me
Heresy, vespertine decay
Mere tools for my needs, with every inch deep
A corpus delicti of the worst kind
Necrotic ex.
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