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Master

As the beads fall, adrift
I drowned again, poor soul
Each piece of me a secret
I'm scared to know

Keep to myself, alone
Taste the words bleeding through
In between a life denied:
It reached for you

Time dissolved now arrives
Suffer foul tithes of fate
You cannot change what you don't own

Speak to me alive
Like a virus I'm replaced:
Master of riddles and disease
Come to do with me as is pleased.
Written by Fishmander
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