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He became the swarm,
indeed a pitiful imitation
To the verge of a quiet glance,
an oracle without eyes
Darkness... My precious companion,
even thou cant see his face
Salvation turned to bleed despair,
compassion fled...
Sadistic delight flowed,
like Hell burned brighter
Existence woven into darkness,
prudence did fall ...
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