The death of the soul,
floats away into the unknown,
takin away the life of the beholder.
Bringing desparity,
suicide throws the life,
into the abyss of eternal death.
Holding a golden blade,
while stanging O'er on high,
cutting the flesh of the soul.
Wearing a black cloak,
Nodachi hilted at his side,
he grabs my arm pulling me into a vortex,
of eternal damnation.
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