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Executioner
Their fragile voices silenced by your scythe
Frisky whispers betray the pride
Coming from a place of weakness
Intolerable indifference
You may not deserve to die
But you don't deserve this life
Its all been wasted hiding behind different faces
Until the other part of you
Rats you out from your shrinking crawlspace
In the right light
Your actions may seem better
But regardless a heart is severed
Torn from the arteries
Supporting causeways of memories
Forgotten in a cold, cruel world
Such a fragile existence
