Loneliness grip the day of the unfaithful,
As I grow older,
My visions becomes clearer,
A pack of wolf overwhelm the lone wold,
Death greets in an uncontrollable manner,
The smells of my blood drips through the hollow in my heart,
Chained and tortured,
Is what made me who I am,
Blood lust overwhelmed even my strongest feeling.
I am just one of the fallen,
Never been remember and only to be laugh by all.
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Life as an imbecilee to the spawn of my heart
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Alpha Mephistopheles
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