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Walking the Wasteland
The call to live entrances me,
It beckons me forth,
Yet I am grounded to this place,
In this hell, I rot away in torment,
I still dream of a day,
When I know the comfort of touch,
Inside this shell,
Held together by false hope,
I am diseased with guilt and regret,
Oppressed to my premortal fate,
Holding onto the thought of walking the Earth once more,
This pain I hold cannot be removed,
I do not know what has made me this way,
Breathless from this doom,
The mark of sin burned into my eyes,
Inhaling the ashes of my demise,
Yearning to live again,
To make a difference in this world,
As I strive to escape,
The horrors no longer my concern,
My goal is all I worry,
So I shall walk the Earth once more,
As I continue to rot away,
The horrific chaos,
I do not know what has made me this way,
Liberating my soul for doom,
Death will release us from all time.
