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Death & Vitality
In the shadows I slither
For I represent darkness
Mournful cries of loss
And hateful callousness
Adorning bodies of souls in pain
I am the claw marks of demons within
Dulling bright eyes and spirits
Feeding off trouble, tears, and sin
Yet I wasn't always so dismal
Ancient Egypt revered my rich hue
I was the fertile soil by the Nile
I was life, not death; 'tis true
For I represent darkness
Mournful cries of loss
And hateful callousness
Adorning bodies of souls in pain
I am the claw marks of demons within
Dulling bright eyes and spirits
Feeding off trouble, tears, and sin
Yet I wasn't always so dismal
Ancient Egypt revered my rich hue
I was the fertile soil by the Nile
I was life, not death; 'tis true
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