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*the new poet*
its been passed down
this book of soul
to another spirit whos veins run cold
whos life is horrid
yet sometimes great
but darkness rubs out what i once appericate
my mind writes freely while my heart is bound
tied up and twisted
evil runs through now
slave to the devil
no much worse
to live in this house
i feel so cursed
my lifes been taken
im alone now
as i cry on the clod hard ground
but soon i can no longer dry
as the demons catch me and watch me die
