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The voiceless wonder
In the shadow of what it sees
the host of the body that it breathes
it speaks a word but not a sound is found
just a toxic cloud that spills out
the soul gasp, it tries to breathe in the air
yet it's too late, life isn't fare
many fall from trees, struggle and cry
all the wanderer can do is cry
it walks the earth with it's accursed shell
seeking peace in it's life of hell
then in the dark when it finally have in
there was a angel who looked passed it's sin
its wings spread wide blowing the curse aside
showing a face that would normally hide
"this can't be real" it whispered to itself
as the angel hugged it and it became sick itself
its brief happiness turned to horry as quick as a fly
as it held the angel and watched it die.
