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Octo
Octo
4 years ago
Before I succumb to the great twilight,
The inscrutable light, gleaming with fear,
I beg you to bestow me one last sight
Of the people I failed to overseer.
O' a life teeming with lamentation,
Hanging at the very end of a ridge;
Collection of every single mistake,
My skin trembles and shakes; terror abridged.
Seeing the face of those who suffers,
Emaciate in the clad of carnage,
I found amusement, pleasure and wonder;
Why death and terror does not satiate.
Truly, a very fascinating fate;
A sane man turned evil incarnate.
Written by
Octo
Octo
4 years ago
This is really hard to read. Please do not write in bold.