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The death of the soul, floats away into the unknown, takin away the life of the beholder. |
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Bringing desparity, suicide throws the life, into the abyss of eternal death. |
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Holding a golden blade, while stanging O'er on high, cutting the flesh of the soul. |
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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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