festering in solitude. no beast awaits my end. cold skin crawls. I'm sick again. spread of plague. skinned alive. from blood in my eyes to the blood from my hand. from blood on the grave to the blood on the cross. agony in life. bitter defeat. swamps of regrets. crushed by grief. like pills on a knife. no loss I won't sacrifice as hope for joy exists.
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