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Hope Dies Last...

I close my eyes, I hide my face
but it won’t stop the ring of the
hammers of hell, with my brain
as the anvil. A specter hammers
and warps my mind into the shape
of evil and perversion.
Everywhere I turn I face myself
distorted, unrecognizable
spewing hate and vomit simultaneously.
Those who know me recoil.
They keep their distance for
fear of being tainted by my vile offering.
Their eyes ask why, how, when
did this happen to you?
The answer is it never happened                                  .
It was an insidious slow takeover
of your humanity. First your soul freezes,
then your heart hardens and finally
empathy is sucked from your body.
You end up facing that warped creation
from the workshop of hell.
I can’t pray cause I have no soul,
I can’t beg cause I have no heart.
There’s just evil and the will of the
forces of destruction and their army.
Written by anvinvil (Anvillan)
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A society that dehumanizes
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