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Devil
I have held death so many times,
The smell still resonates from my skin.
Warmth from within has become naught but a distant memory,
I am cold.
My eyes have beheld tragedies of legend,
I have done horrible things.
The ghosts of my past haunt me still,
My hands are forever stained with anger.
I can never wash away the guilt,
I would eat a gun if i felt i deserved heaven.
The smell still resonates from my skin.
Warmth from within has become naught but a distant memory,
I am cold.
My eyes have beheld tragedies of legend,
I have done horrible things.
The ghosts of my past haunt me still,
My hands are forever stained with anger.
I can never wash away the guilt,
I would eat a gun if i felt i deserved heaven.
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